Not a stone… Stuart France


It is a familiar conundrum.

Whenever we come across sites like this, and we seem to come across more than a few, there is an inevitable question.

How much of it is natural?

Without question much of it is, but the more one finds that is not natural then the more one tends to question that which was initially assumed to be so.

On our most recent jaunt we came across the suspicious looking stone above.

To my mind that was very obviously a positioned stone.

It is an interestingly enough shaped stone in itself but more than this, it seems almost inconceivable that it could have fallen like that or have been left by retreating ‘Ice Giants’.

But then there arises the inevitable following question.

So why was it positioned in this way?

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Walls #midnighthaiku

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Honour above all ~ Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto

Sarthak stared at the white streak of the Himalayan peaks that loomed like sentinels in the far horizon. Sitting on the rocky edge beside, his butt felt as if it were touched by an icy sheet. He got up, rubbed his eyes off the icicles that formed around it, and looked down at a bottomless valley, the very sight of which ran a cold fear down his spine.

For a moment he cursed himself and his life, what it had morphed into in the past one year or so.

Ever since…ever since what? His mind was still unwilling to verbalize what it had locked up in its innermost recesses.

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Orphans of Summer

Sun in Gemini

Orphaned shoots of summer’s fullness

Sway high in January’s blue

Like gifted children graced with wisdom

Defying winter’s hidden fury

Escaping falsely changing hue

Against the black we could not see you

Yet, dancing in the violent storm

Your gentle tips flowed round the deluge

Untouched by night’s electric harm

A younger magic, bold and warm

But, come the day when icy winter

Bows to brightening of the morn

And deep in earth green thirst awakens

Then screaming “Life” the upstretched fingers

Become the first to catch the dawn

©Stephen Tanham

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Honour ~ Di #writephoto

The Vicar was extremely agitated to find the note and single bloom on the tomb of Sir Harold.
Now in his fifties, what caused him even more distress was the content of the note and its implications.
He was not a handsome man and had never married, which was partly why he had dedicated his life to the church. Now it would appear he had a secret admirer.
He found himself watching the ladies in the congregation very carefully, but without being too obvious. He was greeted with warm smiles and gentle handshakes, but had totally no clue as to who had left the note.

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Back Up Your Writing! – Guest Post at TRSA by Jaq D Hawkins…

Reblogged from TRSA:

I was a relative latecomer to the computer age. As a writer, I went from typewriter to dedicated word processor and my files were kept on floppy disk. Remember those? I also still have rather a lot of manuscript pages in hard copy from various projects of that era.

I didn’t begin to write on a computer until after the year 2000. I had moved in with a boyfriend who was a computer programmer and he encouraged me to use his computer for writing. Luckily I was slow to warm up to this idea because right after we got a second computer, we had a hard drive crash. Much of the data was recovered that time, at a cost. Little of it was mine apart from some first Photoshop experiments, using Photoshop 4.

Roll ahead to 2018. I’ve had three computers of my own, the current one hand built by my current geeky boyfriend. I refer to him and his grown sons as “geek squad” because they are all very computer literate and constantly after me to upgrade this and that. I’ve also discovered this useful gadget called an external hard drive, for backing up files.

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It’s Release Day! End of Day by Mae Clair #SupernaturalSuspense #Mystery #Thriller

From the Pen of Mae Clair

Today is the book birthday for End of Day, book 2 of my Hode’s Hill trilogy.  If you enjoyed book 1, Cusp of Night, you’ll find this one in the same vein. Once again, I’m visiting the small Pennsylvania town of Hode’s Hill, but with a plot whose tentacles reach back to the town’s founding. As in Cusp of Night, I’ve spun two mysteries—one in the the past (taking place in the year 1799) and one in the present. You get two separate mysteries that tie together at the end.

Book cover for End of Day, mystery/suspense novel by Mae Clair shows old dilapidated church with bell tower and a cemetery in the background overgrown with weedsThe past is never truly buried…  

Generations of Jillian Cley’s family have been tasked with a strange duty—tending the burial plot of Gabriel Vane, whose body was the first to be interred in the Hode’s Hill cemetery. Jillian faithfully continues the long-standing tradition—until one October night, Vane’s body is stolen from its resting place. Is…

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Dublin cathedral ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto

For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. Another one that was obviously intended for my WIP. I haven’t got to the end of the story yet, but since it’s history, we know how it ends more or less.

Aoife never thought she would come to love him. It had been a marriage to seal a bargain, the price her father paid for the Norman’s help. Diarmait had won his war and the Norman had wanted paying. Yet from such an inauspicious start had blossomed more than she had ever imagined possible, so much more than the passion that had existed with Art. She had ridden into battle at Riseárd’s side, defended his title though it was her own brother who defied him. In their time together she had been wife, lover, mother, counsellor and confidante. And Art had never forgiven either of them.

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‘Further than Faith!’…

Hebrew Letter – Aleph


…That is the cry from our bellowing look-out!

But what can be further than faith

if faith is further than systematic thought?

Can only the faithless think of anything further?


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Heritage ~ Fandango #writephoto

2142471b-500f-4489-bbb7-15e0f3631cb6Phoebe was excited when the envelope arrived. Having been adopted when she was just a baby, she knew nothing about her heritage. She dearly loved the couple who adopted her, and they were the only parents she ever knew, but once she turned 25, the void in her life, that of finding her roots, had to be addressed. It was an itch that she knew had to be scratched.

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