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Daily Archives: December 22, 2017
Solstice
Originally posted on Tallis Steelyard:
Obviously, because we’re not savages, we celebrate the solstice. Our main festival in Port Naain is actually the Autumn Equinox, or Tide Watch. Nine years out of ten we have gales and driving rain and…
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The Advent Calendar – a short story from Geoff Le Pard
Reblogged from Tangental: ‘What is it, Mum?’ Emily Smith, 14 looked up from her book. Gilly, her mother, said, ‘A parcel from Uncle Augustus.’ ‘Who is Uncle Augustus?’ ‘I don’t really know. Someone on your father’s side. Do you remember … Continue reading
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Tagged advent calendar, Christmas, short story
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Ani’s Advent Invitation: The Wrong Christmas…
Sometimes I am just torn between knowing what I ought to do… and being tempted. Like the time she left the fridge door open irresistably wide… or the night when she left the chocolates wrapped under the tree, before I … Continue reading
The Thaw – Iain Kelly #writephoto
After the suicide season over Christmas, when the lack of daylight drove depression rates soaring, the thawing of the winter snow was always the next busiest time of year. Anders Sand had already cleared two cases in the past week, … Continue reading
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Tagged anders sand, Avenge, cold, creative writing, crime, death, detective, disembowlment, fiction, flash fiction, frozen, gabi henrikson, grave, Japan, literature, mountains, murder, norway, oslo, samurai, sand, seppuku, short story, snow, story, Thaw, Thursday Photo Prompt, valley, writing, writing prompt
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Wether in winter – Jane Dougherty #writephoto
Reblogged from Jane Dougherty Writes: This Winter Solstice story is one I included in my blog post for the Long and Short Reviews Winter Blogfest. You can read the whole post here, and if you leave a comment you have … Continue reading
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Tagged LASR blogfest, photo prompt, revelation, Sue Vincent, The Pathfinders, winter Solstice, writephoto
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The song of ‘What the…?’
Lost in sleep, all warm and cosy, Wishing morning to perdition, Dreaming deeply, all unconscious, Snuggled down in prime position… Wake abruptly, bedclothes flying, Primal instinct, fear obeying, Stand a moment, get my bearings, Seek the source of awful baying… … Continue reading
Posted in Christmas, Dogs, Photography, Poetry
Tagged dawn raid, fox, humour, Longfellow
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Balderdash – Journey #writephoto
“Why are mountains special?”, asked Ray. “What do you mean?”, asked Joe. “All the religion and civilisations praise them. Muhammad met Gabriel there. Moses met Yahawa there. Why is that God chose mountain as his seat? I mean it doesn’t … Continue reading
Window #midnighthaiku
Outside my window I watch day break in silence No dawn comes again
