Synaesthesia was the theme of your work last month and your poems emerged with similar considerations: social treatment of individuals with sensory differences. Take time to read how varied and imaginative the poetry was: Noo gave us history and the flavour of fireworks: http://www.abctales.com/story/noo/something-fireworks Linda tackled the reality of life with synaesthesia: http://www.abctales.com/story/linda-wigzell-cress/meltdown Philip took...

What a night! First on washing hands after late post-cricket dinner we find hot water coming out of bathroom sink cold tap as well as hot tap. Take advice, use all water facilities then turn off immersion heater at fuse box as can't get to airing cupboard where it is due to using room for Xmas decs, deceased parents’ effects and any other homeless lumber you can think of. Oh joy! Find plumbing insurance doc but surprise doesn’t seem to cover the...

Could the intents of one's actions be subjective yet the moral action itself absolute? Could right and wrong be indeed black and white and only grey because of the justifications propelled by selfish desires? Now, Is it the use of the word 'selfish' and the negative connotation behind it the cause for defensives? Is one afraid of 'that self' one is? Is one afraid of the consequence from the choice 'that self' made? And, is one an accommodator of...

I could never call Mr McLaughlin, Hugh. He was always Mr McLaughlin, a wee, square and blokeish, old man that lived across the road from us, back in the day when everybody that was adult was old, apart from your own mum and dad, who weren’t old because they were your mum and dad. Times have changed, now everybody’s old. I was trying to work out Mr McLaughlin’s age before the mass and came up with three separate answers, one of which would made...

A great prose poem/rant this week from john_silver takes the honour of Poem of the Week, and Story of the Week goes to Daedalic - who's new - for his cautionary tale for modern times. Big congratulations to both! http://www.abctales.com/story/johnsilver/things-i-have-do-after-brexit http://www.abctales.com/story/daedalic/showdown-brackewind-bay-shopping-... This week's Inspiration Point is here: http://www.abctales.com/inspiration-point-ip ....

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Lily-Poole-Jack-ODonnell/dp/1783522356 I like to read and I like to write. One is the engine of the other. When you’re writing fast, with dash, you just fling words down, and hope for the best. Lily Poole was a serial on ABCtales. Bang, bang, bang, around 2000 words a day. It wasn’t called Lily Poole then, I’d given it the working tag, ‘School Photos’. First-draft stuff. Let’s not call it a novel, but a collection of...

I've always loved music; I was fortunate enough to gig in the 80's & 90's and took it quite seriously. I also, through a musician's network in Ireland, review CDs and they get posted up on-line. Its a real help when the mojo's has abandoned me & the muse is on an extended tea break, so I'm putting this up, not only because I'm a huge fan of the man, but as an idea for anyone suffering with 'blank page syndrome' might think - I could...

I missed out on Gregor Fisher’s reading of his autobiography in Dalmuir Library recently. Tickets only. It’s a small place. Sold out. Gregor Fisher is a ‘National Treasure’ ran an advertisement campaign to promote a play ‘Yer Granny’ he was in. And on the front page of his book, the tagline from The Telegraph reads: Rab C Nesbitt is the most memorable comedy character Scotland has ever produced’. There’s a lot of good will to be tapped around...

Congrats this week go to Ladylily and hoalarg1. The poem in particular is a real gem: http://www.abctales.com/story/ladylily/grief-gaziantep And the story is moving and well written: http://www.abctales.com/story/hoalarg1/spectrum The Inspiration Point, is, I think, a real challenge: http://www.abctales.com/inspiration-point-ip Thanks all for another week of wonderful creativity!

It was a small thing really that turned my thoughts to yesterday...A long lost keepsake that returned to me unexpectedly. I could not believe it when I saw it...it had been lost for so long and there it was in a most usual place... How had I missed it before? I picked it up and the memories were like flood gates opening…the rushing thoughts washed over me. I could taste and feel the past around me…I could touch yesterday again…That small trinket...