I sit here...wind and rain hard biting at my window, yet never allowing stirrings to take shape; with mind like those tangled weeds that have nowhere...
Memories accumulate, Meandering down Squelchy muddy trails Where naked branches Rise and fall, They speak freely To me of the past Through realms Of...
Still is night under festive Light, where brightly lit Overhanging trees frame Vision; carrying energetic Rhythm. Celebrate Winter Solstice, Balanced...
such a sad situation when not being able to recall leaving behind such a beautiful instrument...especially at such a young age. Was the lad skilful at playing the violin?
Just finished your refreshing and humourous piece of writing. The skill taken to tell the story...whether true or otherwise, I could imagine being performed in front of an audience, i'm sure they would be fascinated and absorbed in every word. ...
You know Di, we have an old bees nest in one of our trees, but haven't seen hardly any this year, I think it must be something to do with the strange weather we're having.
It's amazing how tall Hollyhocks grow, Foxgloves are tall too....
Crikey! What a mix up. Marie certainly came to a ropy end with her nylons. Steven Marriot had a lucky escape too...or maybe he did get found out in the end, who knows.?
Intriguing environment that
Posted on Mon, 28 Jul 2025
Intriguing environment that keeps Elias under its restraints, while haunting his imagination.
A unique story Jess, I enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
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Completely engaged in this
Posted on Tue, 29 Jul 2025
Completely engaged in this tense drama. The idea of being chased is so fraught with danger, adding to the suspense.
Brilliant story. Can't wait for more JoAnne.
Jenny.
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Loving the cheeky young lad
Posted on Sun, 27 Jul 2025
Loving the cheeky young lad and the mix up of names. Sergeant Argent certainly wasn't impressed.
Humorous easy reading as always Phil. Looking forward to reading more.
Jenny.
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Hi Rhiannon,
Posted on Tue, 29 Jul 2025
Hi Rhiannon,
such a sad situation when not being able to recall leaving behind such a beautiful instrument...especially at such a young age. Was the lad skilful at playing the violin?
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in My Absent-Minded Violinist
Just finished your refreshing
Posted on Mon, 28 Jul 2025
Just finished your refreshing and humourous piece of writing. The skill taken to tell the story...whether true or otherwise, I could imagine being performed in front of an audience, i'm sure they would be fascinated and absorbed in every word. ...
Read full commentPosted in There’s a Guy Works Down the Chip Shop Swears He’s Engels
You know Di, we have an old
Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025
You know Di, we have an old bees nest in one of our trees, but haven't seen hardly any this year, I think it must be something to do with the strange weather we're having.
It's amazing how tall Hollyhocks grow, Foxgloves are tall too....
Read full commentPosted in Hollyhock Tears Or Whispers Of Gods.
Hi Jane,
Posted on Thu, 24 Jul 2025
Hi Jane,
You connect with your characters so well, they feel as if they're portrayels of real people trying to coexist.
So entertaining to read.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The Vale - Part 3
This story's thrilling and
Posted on Tue, 22 Jul 2025
This story's thrilling and gripping. Looking forward to reading more.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in "Art of Trouble" 2
Crikey! What a mix up. Marie
Posted on Wed, 23 Jul 2025
Crikey! What a mix up. Marie certainly came to a ropy end with her nylons. Steven Marriot had a lucky escape too...or maybe he did get found out in the end, who knows.?
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Scarlet House
You observe the uncertainty
Posted on Wed, 23 Jul 2025
You observe the uncertainty and pressures that converge in this part so well Jane.
Still enjoying.
Jenny.
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