Daily Archives: October 13, 2017

Flash fiction #writephoto: Old gods – Jane Dougherty

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Sue Vincent

This tale is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto prompt. For long years it had been a round tower, a holy place pointing to the heavens, where the ritual of prayer followed the mounting stairs, where chieftains of the lake conferred … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography | Tagged fiction, gods, northlands, story, war | 2 Comments

Guest writer: Jennie Fitzkee – The Halloween Story

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Storytelling is, and has always been, the foundation for language and learning. I write about children, yet storytelling applies to all people. Words and ideas are how we start to learn, and how we continue to learn. Everybody loves a … Continue reading →

Posted in children, Humour, Life, Memories | Tagged children, halloween, storytelling, trick or treat, true story | 12 Comments

Original Wallace Monument #writephoto –Jim Adams

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from A Unique Title For Me: This impressive monument in Stirling Scotland overlooks the scene of patriot, and martyr Sir William Wallace’s most important victory in the Battle of Stirling Bridge. It was closed down when the new monument … Continue reading →

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A Beautiful Place for Mortal Beings, a poem by Jamie Dedes

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from The Poet by Day: look at those trees, will you, look! sun bursting into dazzling columns and eucalyptus dripping its stringy bark, drizzling its medicinal scent dragonflies stretch stenciled wings zephyr mambos with wild grasses sunshine camps out … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged beauty, California Coast, Highway One, Jamie Dedes, mortality, nature, poem, Poetry, sea | 5 Comments

Tower #writephoto – Of Glass and Paper

Posted on October 13, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Today’s photo prompt by Sue Vincent She crouched behind a short spiky bush, and waited for a sound. There was none, not even the usual discrete footfall of small creatures in the dark. A hawk could be seen, circling … Continue reading →