Picture by pixabay free images. Part Forty Three It was the end of the first school day after the Christmas holidays at Birchester comprehensive, as...
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Picture by pixabay free images. Part Forty The journey back home from Cornwall had been quiet for Mina and her dad. Kendrick had let her stay up very...
Picture by pixabay free images. Par Thirty Nine. Continuing Mina's account of her time in Tintagel. It was now the end of the first week of January,...
sorry to sound naive, your poem was so impressive, but I wasn''t sure of the message in it. Is it about not wanting to look back on younger days? I felt a mixture of sadness blended with mistrust...yet also some fond times too...
This is such a sad reflective poem Turlough. It's always hard to put in to words how we feel about someone special we have known, but you've created such a wonderful personal memory here.
Memories are the one thing no one can take away. ...
apparently a young girl saw me eventually, she came running down the beach and asked me what was wrong. When I told her, the girl said she'd go and get the vet, the vets was luckily enough just up off the beach...thank...
Well done on achieving a
Posted on Sat, 02 Sep 2023
Well done on achieving a great I. P. poem Rhiannon. I honestly wouldn't know where to start.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The sounds of rain
Hi Rachel,
Posted on Thu, 31 Aug 2023
Hi Rachel,
sorry to sound naive, your poem was so impressive, but I wasn''t sure of the message in it. Is it about not wanting to look back on younger days? I felt a mixture of sadness blended with mistrust...yet also some fond times too...
Read full commentPosted in The First Sorrow
This is such a sad reflective
Posted on Fri, 01 Sep 2023
This is such a sad reflective poem Turlough. It's always hard to put in to words how we feel about someone special we have known, but you've created such a wonderful personal memory here.
Memories are the one thing no one can take away. ...
Read full commentPosted in You Never Said
I wonder how long it will be
Posted on Thu, 31 Aug 2023
I wonder how long it will be before Archibald spills the beans! I can see Chantelle has her suspicions about Amber and the dead body.
As always look forward to finding out more.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Lying Eyes (Bring Out Your Dead series - Part 33)
Hi Turlough,
Posted on Wed, 30 Aug 2023
Hi Turlough,
apparently a young girl saw me eventually, she came running down the beach and asked me what was wrong. When I told her, the girl said she'd go and get the vet, the vets was luckily enough just up off the beach...thank...
Read full commentPosted in Feathers Without Hope
It's certainly a conundrum to
Posted on Wed, 30 Aug 2023
It's certainly a conundrum to me as to what the words mean Rhiannon. I loved the standing stones with that amazing backdrop...what a view.
Always enjoy your Countryside explorations.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in A riddle?
It's those little things that
Posted on Wed, 30 Aug 2023
It's those little things that we cherish the most and stays with us forever.
Nicely captured in your memory.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in a morning to remember
The story's becoming really
Posted on Sun, 27 Aug 2023
The story's becoming really gripping now...a real page turner Penny. As the pressure mounts, I look forward to finding out what happens next.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in "The Coffee House Spy" 12
This story fits the I.P.
Posted on Sat, 26 Aug 2023
This story fits the I.P. Perfectly Jane.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Is That All There Is
Hi Turlough,
Posted on Sun, 27 Aug 2023
Hi Turlough,
Just love the blues. Your words set to
Robert Johnson's Cross Road Blues,
satisfys fruit and spice sensations,
sustains it fuels and fulfils imagination.
Great lyrics Turlough. Oh how I...
Read full commentPosted in Hot Cross Bun Blues
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