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On the drive back from her mother’s house, a sense of guilt began to proliferate in the rear voids of Vanessa’s consciousness. At first she attempted...
‘I’m really impressed with what you’ve done in the garden, Brodie.’ Brodie flicked his oily hair and blinked, he didn’t like compliments. He already...
Vanessa was perched on the edge of her bed, rifling through the bedside drawer, parting a sea of notebooks, pens, nail polishes, bank statements and...
In your house, it’s always night time You never let the sunshine in Running on an endless loop Stale thoughts on ever deepening tracks Landscapes are...
537 of my comments have received 569 Great Feedback votes
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That took a dark turn. I
Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024
That took a dark turn. I honestly thought this was a gentle peice about the Northern Lights, The part about the man in white fedora attacking a couple and biting them, it happens (a lot in Wales apparently). Then all sorts of carnage unfolding...
A perfect storm in words. I've just moved house and the sounds produced by the high winds are more alarming since I'm yet to figure out what's normal for the building. Awful damage for some out there. Let's hope for more peace and perhaps even...
Your poem is very cleansing, Rhiannon. You've conveyed a strong sense of all that water rushing, studded with wintry natural features, tangled bare branches and leaf litter.
I think his idea was already out of date when he thought of it. All those ideas, locked away in rooms while the world destroys itself. Thank you for reading and commenting, Jenny.
Lots to this story. It had the feel of a nineties Christmas when the pubs were heaving and you needed a ticket to get inside, although those high street stores were still thriving back then. There's always an Elliot type character causing trouble...
This reminds me Hans Christian Anderson, the morphing of dreams and reality and the falling snow. I really enjoyed it, a very professional short story with some festive magic thrown in.
Thank you, Insert. I will be doing the sage thing. I'm not used to uneven floors and doors that won't shut but I guess it's normal for an old house. Our previous house was unbearably hot in summer so I'm looking forward to being in a cool cave....
I found your poem to be very calming, as always Jenny. The birds offer us a higher level, removed from the seemingly unsolvable problems of our terrestrial world.
Perfect and beautiful. Restraint, just enough details. It's like a perfectly decorated tree, all the decorations spaced and the colours, vibrant, not too much. A mid-winter day illustrated in words.
That took a dark turn. I
Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024
That took a dark turn. I honestly thought this was a gentle peice about the Northern Lights, The part about the man in white fedora attacking a couple and biting them, it happens (a lot in Wales apparently). Then all sorts of carnage unfolding...
Read full commentPosted in Abyss
A perfect storm in words. I
Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024
A perfect storm in words. I've just moved house and the sounds produced by the high winds are more alarming since I'm yet to figure out what's normal for the building. Awful damage for some out there. Let's hope for more peace and perhaps even...
Read full commentPosted in Storm
Your poem is very cleansing,
Posted on Wed, 13 Dec 2023
Your poem is very cleansing, Rhiannon. You've conveyed a strong sense of all that water rushing, studded with wintry natural features, tangled bare branches and leaf litter.
Read full commentPosted in Tumbling river and tangled footpath
I think his idea was already
Posted on Wed, 13 Dec 2023
I think his idea was already out of date when he thought of it. All those ideas, locked away in rooms while the world destroys itself. Thank you for reading and commenting, Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Brodie's Big Idea
Very creepy throughout. I don
Posted on Tue, 12 Dec 2023
Very creepy throughout. I don't know what happened but I was throughly absorbed and very scared of Mrs Stanton.
Read full commentPosted in If We Don't Talk About It, It Won't Haunt Me
Lots to this story. It had
Posted on Tue, 12 Dec 2023
Lots to this story. It had the feel of a nineties Christmas when the pubs were heaving and you needed a ticket to get inside, although those high street stores were still thriving back then. There's always an Elliot type character causing trouble...
Read full commentPosted in 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
This reminds me Hans
Posted on Sun, 10 Dec 2023
This reminds me Hans Christian Anderson, the morphing of dreams and reality and the falling snow. I really enjoyed it, a very professional short story with some festive magic thrown in.
Read full commentPosted in "Starlight And Miracles" (A Christmas tale)
Thank you, Insert. I will be
Posted on Wed, 06 Dec 2023
Thank you, Insert. I will be doing the sage thing. I'm not used to uneven floors and doors that won't shut but I guess it's normal for an old house. Our previous house was unbearably hot in summer so I'm looking forward to being in a cool cave....
Read full commentPosted in In Your House
I found your poem to be very
Posted on Tue, 05 Dec 2023
I found your poem to be very calming, as always Jenny. The birds offer us a higher level, removed from the seemingly unsolvable problems of our terrestrial world.
Read full commentPosted in Hope Of The Skylark
Perfect and beautiful.
Posted on Fri, 01 Dec 2023
Perfect and beautiful. Restraint, just enough details. It's like a perfectly decorated tree, all the decorations spaced and the colours, vibrant, not too much. A mid-winter day illustrated in words.
Read full commentPosted in Colours of Christmas
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