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I have 276 stories published in 28 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 1375333 times and 373 of my stories have been cherry picked.
1734 of my 5,361 comments have been voted Great Feedback with a total of 1784 votes

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I am a Brummie living in North Somerset who loves to write but gets distracted with other things. I enjoy horror/fantasy and anything that provokes original thought.

My literary heroes are Clive Barker, Stephen King, Edgar Allan Poe and HP Lovecraft.

Everyone should read George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-four .

I have work published by AlienBuddha Press, Loft Books, BlackBough Poems, DarkWinter Literary Magazine and Paragraph Planet.

You can find me on SoundCloud at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685

on Twitter at https://twitter.com/BeeRummie

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at Bluesky @marandina.bsky.social

and at Threads https://www.threads.net/@beerummie

 

My stories

Cherry

Chinese Whispers

By marandina on Sun, 22 Jan 2006

I guess there was no way of knowing that things would turn out like this. As I stood and stared out across the moonlit, mountain vista, I reflected back on what had led up to this moment. When you're a mile high in the sky the air seems so much clearer and your thoughts become crystallised like a moth caught in an arctic freeze.
Spiritual
Story
Certificate U

A Working Complaint

By marandina on Sun, 15 Jan 2006

It's been a hard day's night, And I've been working like a dog,
Other Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Just Another War

By marandina on Tue, 03 Jan 2006

How can we possibly imagine? ---------------------------------------- I look out of the window to see a sun shine, My children in a library, a million books define, An accumulation of knowledge, an acknowledgement to men,
Other Fiction
Certificate PG

The World's End Motel

By marandina on Mon, 02 Jan 2006

In the beginning, things were great. Seemingly, it had been a match made in heaven. All the signs were that we had a bright enough future together. I can still recall our wedding day. The sky was an ebullient blue, phosphorescent clouds in the minority as the sun streamed down on the gathering entourage. We readied ourselves for our vows with the theme of the day being how well suited we were. Maybe even the stars had fated our partnership, what with Aquarius and Aries a completely compatible combination. It's hard to imagine how things could turn out so differently.
Horror
Story
Certificate 12

Private Hell

By marandina on Sat, 31 Dec 2005

It had been this way for thousands of years; there was never a question of boredom so long as new entertainment could be found. The only hell in a purgatory of sorts was to be bored. After all, this was forever in a manner of speaking. Memnock took his place as he did every day, perched on top of his fluffy white cloud, positioned nicely for the coming hours.
Other Fiction
Story
Certificate PG

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1734 of my comments have received 1784 Great Feedback votes

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Kashmir and the Clifton

Posted on Tue, 07 May 2024

Kashmir and the Clifton Suspension Bridge in the same dream. Sounds like your subconscious is encouraging you to go on a journey. Dreams are always fascinating to capture so well done for turning yours into an intriguing one :)

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Posted in Complex Dream

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"Aladdin Sane and Hunky Dory

Posted on Thu, 02 May 2024

"Aladdin Sane and Hunky Dory

Bowie’s works in all their glory.."

A pensive, thoughtful poem. Speculative is good. Makes us all think so nicely done, Turlough.

I like the sound of ninety-nine inch TV screens. The footie would...

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Posted in Turn and Face the Strange

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"..drooping bells to charm

Posted on Tue, 30 Apr 2024

"..drooping bells to charm not chime.."
A poem full of colours and images, Rhiannon. And beautiful pics too :)

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Posted in Columbine

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"She fantasised about tying

Posted on Fri, 26 Apr 2024

"She fantasised about tying Colin Davenport to a chair for a month and making him watch while the company didn’t go into meltdown.."

Poor old Colin Davenport. I think we've all fantasized about torturing someone with a diet of...

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Posted in Parcel for you...Part 24

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"Arboreal creatures grasp

Posted on Sun, 28 Apr 2024

"Arboreal creatures grasp secret

triggers to be unlocked.."

Different circumstances, I know, but your poem made me think of the missing Sycamore Gap tree at Hadrian's Wall. Trees make the world a better place so the thought of...

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Posted in Connecting With Trees

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"..And places where the cat

Posted on Tue, 23 Apr 2024

"..And places where the cat has been

Some uses considered quite obscene..."

That line made me laugh.

Poor old Muller Lite lambasted like that. Still...your local alternative does sound yummy. A rapping, rhythmic, humourous...

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Posted in Lactobacillus Bulgaricus or Bust!

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"..for in some countries

Posted on Tue, 23 Apr 2024

"..for in some countries
there’s hunger, disease
from drought and war.."

Nicely done with a lovely rhythm, Rhiannon.

An important message too. Food is such a vital commodity and subject to corruption. We are lucky that...

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Posted in Life's fuel

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To be fair, Jenny, that will

Posted on Sun, 21 Apr 2024

To be fair, Jenny, that will have happened to a lot of people. When a car gets bump started, it can shoot off and many end up falling flat on their face. I hope you have recovered from your ordeal. The embarrassment at being the centre of...

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Posted in How Could I Be So Stupid

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"..in folds of air birds will

Posted on Sat, 20 Apr 2024

"..in folds of air birds will sing

and honey bees will rejoice

the flowers of late spring..."

 

Such evocative imagery, Jenny. You connect with nature so well with your poetry :)

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Posted in Yellow Blooms Of Late May

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"...the mournful boom of

Posted on Tue, 23 Apr 2024

"...the mournful boom of bittern,

the silent clarity of consequence,

that the greatest lie might be the starkest truth

is the coldest flame."

 

Some gorgeous lines in there, Rachel. Soulful and poignant.

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Posted in Doubt

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