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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...
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I too love, 'birdsong ballads
Posted on Tue, 09 Jan 2024
I too love, 'birdsong ballads on barest branches'. It's something I've been noticing this week, the birds are celebrating day length. Peace is the greatest thing we can hope for and some sort of rebalancing in our economy. New year's eve truly...
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I think his idea was already out of date when he thought of it.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 too love, 'birdsong ballads
Posted on Tue, 09 Jan 2024
I too love, 'birdsong ballads on barest branches'. It's something I've been noticing this week, the birds are celebrating day length. Peace is the greatest thing we can hope for and some sort of rebalancing in our economy. New year's eve truly...
Read full commentPosted in January Panorama
I've been brainwashed, Di. I
Posted on Mon, 08 Jan 2024
I've been brainwashed, Di. I'm smoking a cigar in some long glistening loafers as we speak, no socks mind, just a hint of tanned ankle.
Thank you for reading and your great compliment x
Read full commentPosted in Make Millions in Two Minutes...
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
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