Angel ~ Di #writephoto

The Angel stood motionless, her arms offered up to the sky.
The sweet pine fragrance was enhanced by the gentle heat of candlelight.

She felt the pounding beat of a tiny heart in her gentle hands

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Ani’s Advent 2019! Christmas Dinner…. with Sarah Brentyn

Dear Santa,

While everyone else is counting sleeps, I’m counting friends. She says it is just four more sleeps now till Christmas… I sleep a lot, so you can prob’bly add a naught onto that for me. But I have a friend here today and a dognity-saving friend tomorrow… and she says I can write Christmas Eve all by myself, but I was still one post short!  I found something though… that was just right. I may have cheated a bit… but I really don’t want to wear the dreaded antlers again this year!

She might be nice and let me off the hook, though. It is Christmas.

Still, there is always turkey to look forward to… though she might have to cook it elsewhere and bring me some home. Which isn’t quite the same, but turkey is turkey, after all. ‘Specially when it comes with those neat little sausages wrapped up in bacon.

I bet that means I won’t get custard though… which is really unfair, ’cause I do like a drop of custard.

Mind you, it could be worse… as Sarah tells in hr Christmas story letter…

Much love,

Ani xxx

Shoes and Shelter

Sarah Brentyn

My patent leather shoes weren’t black.

Granny looked down her nose, over her glasses, and glared at the footwear. Her eyes traveled up over my white tights, green, velvet dress, to curly, red hair.

“A girl your age…”

“Should be wearing a red dress,” Mama finished.

“Not with that hair,” Granny rolled her eyes. “Or those freckles.”

Mama took one of those breaths. The deep ones she tells me to take when a peer (I’m supposed to call them peers, now, not buttheads), says something that makes me mad. Well she took one of those breaths. “Can we eat one Christmas dinner without your fu…” another breath, “comments?”

“I was just saying,” Granny continued, “She’s too old for velvet and tights.”

“Apparently we can’t,” Mama said through clenched teeth.

Granny stood up, walked out of the room, and retuned with our coats. “This is about the time you get huffy and leave, is it not?” She dangled them from her fingers like she was holding snakes. Mama grabbed them. Granny smirked. “See? I was right.”

Mama turned on her and I swear I thought she was gonna pull a ruler out of her desk and smack Granny in the face with it and get sent to the principal’s office. Not that I know anything about things like that.

Another breath. “I’m sorry, baby. How about we stop at that sushi place we love?” Mama said as we walked to the door.

“And patent leather shoes should be black. Red shoes are for clowns.” Granny’s voice drifted to us.

I didn’t love the sushi place but I nodded my head because the look in Mama’s eyes was like the dogs we saw at the shelter last week when we dropped off blankets and biscuits.

One of the dogs had black fur on his paws and the lady there said they were cute, little boots but all I could see were patent leather shoes. Just like the new, black ones in the box in my closet. I couldn’t wear them after that. Mama said it was okay and she would do a return. It took her two days in the stores to find a different color, in my size, but here they were. On my feet. The lady at the shelter let me pet some of the dogs on the tops of their heads, smoothing their fur back. She said it made them feel better.

When we were in the car, Mama put her forehead on the steering wheel. I reached over and smoothed her hair back.

 


About the Author

Sarah Brentyn is an introvert who believes anything can be made better with soy sauce and wasabi.

She loves words and has been writing stories since she was nine years old. She talks to trees and apologizes to inanimate objects when she bumps into them.

When she’s not writing, you can find her strolling through cemeteries or searching for fairies.

She hopes to build a vacation home in Narnia someday. In the meantime, she lives with her family and a rainbow-colored, wooden cat who is secretly a Guardian.


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Books by Sarah Brentyn

Each selection is approximately 100 words, with a bonus section of Microbursts in which each story is told in 50 words or less.


On the Edge of a Raindrop

When You’re on the Edge, It’s Easy to Fall

These are stories of lives on the edge.

A girl tortured by the world within her. A boy powerless to escape his home. A mother doomed to live with her greatest mistake. A man lost in a maze of grief.

Each raindrop provides a microscopic mirror of ourselves and those around us. But we can’t always trust what we see. The distorted images disorient the mind, altering our view of reality.

This second collection of flash and micro fiction explores the depths of the human condition and the fragile surface of our perceptions.

Dive into these tales of darkness and discover what life is like On the Edge of a Raindrop.


Hinting at Shadows

No One Escapes Life Unscathed

Delve into the deeper reaches of the human condition and the darkness that lives there.

A girl haunted by her sister’s drowning. A boy desperate for his father’s affection. A woman forced to make a devastating decision. A man trapped by his obsessions.

Experience tales of love, loss, murder, and madness through this collection of flash and micro fiction.

Take a peek behind the smile of a stranger. Get a glimpse inside the heart of a friend. Scratch the surface and discover what is hidden beneath.

These stories will open your mind, tug at your thoughts, and allow you to explore the possibility that, even in the brightest moments, something is Hinting at Shadows.

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Angel ~ Willow Willers #writephoto


Quietly, slip the bonds of pain

Let your imagination take wings again

Blessed by an angel, lit by candle light

May all be at peace this sacred night.

The smell of pine pervades the air

Childhood memories leads me to prayer

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Solstice #midnighthaiku

Youth and age must meet

Mutual recognition

Spring born of winter

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The Tree, The Moon, and The Rainbow ~ Jennie Fitzkee

Reblogged from A Teacher’s Reflections:

Leaving school this evening

I was greeted by a full moon and a glistening tree.

Together.

They were one.

They spoke to each other.

They spoke to me.

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Out of Sorts ~ Na’ama Yehuda #writephoto

“I thought I’d see better,” she frowned.

“Your thoughts were wrong.”

The matter of fact tone caused her frown to deepen. It really was no way to speak to her, especially given the circumstances.

“Is there nothing you can do?” she rubbed her eyes, squinted, tried to adjust the angle of her head.

“Nothing needs doing,” came the response.

She wondered how it was possible for her to feel anger. Wouldn’t she be beyond all that by now? And yet … there it was. She wanted to strangle something, but there was no way she could manage it. Not that she really would, anyhow … Or, well, maybe …

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Whitby Weekend: Morning memories

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. Allowing a wonderful view over the fields to the Abbey which would be our destination later that day. The plan was to meet on the top of the west cliff, walk down into, and through, the town, before ascending to the Abbey on the top of the east cliff.

But first, we had to get there and, walking through the town to climb the hill, both Gary and I were reminiscing about childhood visits to Whitby. Gary, who had come over for the weekend from the Czech Republic, recalled painting the Abbey and buying winkles from one of the harbour-side stalls, while I have fond memories of the beachside café that used to let you bring a tray of hot drinks onto the beach. My favourite was Horlicks. No plastic cups back then to litter the beach and add to the pollution of the seas, but proper teapots and crockery. That set Gary off with a craving for Horlicks… it is odd the things you suddenly miss as an ex-pat.

The weather was surprisingly mild for December as we walked beside the harbour. Gulls cried and an incredible number of green-eyed cormorants fished or roosted on the quayside stalls. I remember being taught, as a girl, about how cormorants are used for fishing in some countries, but had never considered the possibility that we might have them here until I saw one on our travels. Since then, I see them so frequently that I can only conclude I wasn’t looking for most of my life.

That is one of the gifts. both of carrying a camera and of turning to a spiritual path that develops awareness; you begin to notice what you are seeing, rather than the mind taking only a fuzzy and general snapshot of what the eye registers. Details that would once have been overlooked, even as they were filed in the archive of memory, begin to make their way into consciousness. The only sadness is that it makes you aware of how long you have walked the earth missing the marvels around you.

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An Angel at the Door ~ Michael #writephoto

It came as a great surprise to open the door and find an angel standing there.

The angel in question looked somewhat dishevelled, and the gormless look on his face suggested he was not as confident as one might expect an angel to be.

“Can I help you?” I asked

“I’m looking for Brian. Brian Towner,” said the angel looking at a clipboard he was holding.

“Uncle Brian is sitting down to his Christmas dinner. Can this wait?”

“I’m so sorry,” replied the angel, “ I know this is a most inconvenient time, but you see it’s my first week on the job and I’ve had a heck of a time finding my way round. You, humans, don’t like to make anything easy, do you?”

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Angel ~ Hayley R. Hardman #writephoto

It was a horrible winter afternoon, close to Christmas eve and the rain was just coming down as if a flood gate had opened. The wind was lashing the rain like the snapping of a whip against the windows and the sky above was a dark stormy grey full of bleakness.

I should have been at work in an noisy office of people’s voices, telephones ringing, keyboards typing and Christmas music playing on the radio. Instead, I had phoned in sick but not for myself for my dog.

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Ani’s Advent 2019! Trees, trifles and triffids… with Toby, Austin and Hugh Roberts

P.S. Toby and Austin… tennis ball trees are way cool 🙂

Hey Santa!

Almost there now! I’ll be an antler-free zone this year with any luck!
And that is all down to the kindness of my friends who, getting into the Christmas spirit, have all rallied round.

Toby and Austin are with me today… they are handsome boys, I have to say. They are also very kind too, which seems to fit well with their two-legs.

Did you know that every year their two legses give lots of money to charity at Christmas? And they let other two-legses join in, even if they haven’t any money to spare!
This year, all people have to do is leave a link on their two-legs’s blog here.

Mind, seeing as you know what everyone is up to, I s’ppose you already knew that.

Available on Kindle and in paperback

I was thinking, though. You know whether we’ve been ‘naughty or nice’… and every year, you give us another chance to start afresh. That’s pretty cool. A bit like her when she’s just washed the floor and I come in with muddy paws every day…

Anyway, I know you are busy, so I’ll just remind you, that it would be really cool if you could slip a few of my new Christmas books into a stocking or two…

And then I’ll leave you in peace to read Austin and Toby’s letter.

Meanwhile, I need to talk to her about trifles…

We haven’t got one yet 😦

Much love, Ani xxx


Hi Ani,

Did you know that trifles can walk? Yep, not only do we have a great tail to tell you, but also a great tip that can save your readers over £200 a year.

There we both were, taking a well-earned nap after all the walking, playing, eating and sleeping we do when lots of huffing and puffing rudely awakened us. We thought the central heating had come on a couple of hours early, when all of a sudden, we heard one of the boys’ shout, “oh, don’t bother Hugh, I’ll do it myself!”

Intrigued, we got up and walked into the hall.

Well, we couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw our two-legs John. He was being attacked on the stairs by what looked like one of those ‘trifles’ Hugh told us about when he made us watch one of his favourite movies again, ‘The Day Of The Trifles” (known by some two-legs as ‘The Day Of The Triffids’). It wasn’t the kind of Christmas movie Hugh had promised us.

After we decided to help get the trifle off John (thank goodness it hadn’t been watered for nearly twelve months), Hugh appeared with a Christmas pudding on his head.

Now, we all know that Christmas pudding is not something any of us dogs or other four-legs should attempt to eat. However, this Christmas pudding seemed to be safe, because it had no pleasant smells and looked like it had spent a long time on a floor that hadn’t been eaten for many months by the monster our ‘two-legs’ call the vacuum cleaner. It was all fluffy and looked like something Hugh’s grandmother had knitted after consuming a few too many sherries.

We’ve seen what humans do to Christmas puddings when they pour petrol on it and set it alight before clapping their paws and then devouring it. So, while Hugh and John huffed and puffed some more while they moved the trifle into the living room, we kept our eyes peeled for the moment when Hugh took the Christmas pudding off his head.

We had a long wait while the boys decorated the trifle with shiny balls.  We thought tennis balls would have looked much better! They also put some lights on the trifle which we’re sure they’d stolen from the tooth fairy because they referred to them as ‘Fairy’s lights.’ Eventually, the fluffy pudding was taken off Hugh’s head and placed near the box the shiny balls live in for most of the year.

We can’t tell you where the fluffy pudding lives now because we’ve hidden it and a two-legs reading this may tell Hugh where it is.

We would have left the hoover monster to eat the pudding. However, the monster’s mouth (known as a nostril – or is it nozzle?) would have become blocked. The boys would have then tried dissecting it before ordering a new baby hoover monster from the stork who delivers human babies. We’re not letting that happen.

Now, this is where our money-saving tip comes in handy. After the boys switched on the tooth fairy’s lights and consumed a yule log and a box of pies that look incredibly good despite being ‘minced’, Hugh mentioned that he’d felt like he’d done four-hours at the gym.

As the boys’ gym membership costs a lot of money (we think it would be far better spent on chicken and tennis balls) our tip to you two-legs who go to the gym is to save your gym membership money by putting up and decorating a trifle not only at Christmas time but every day of the year.

How cool would that be?

Do you think all the two-legs will want to thank us for our money-saving tip?

Merry Christmas from Toby and Austin!

(And their two-legs)


About Toby and Austin’s two-legs, Hugh W. Roberts

Hugh W. Roberts lives in Swansea, South Wales, in the United Kingdom.

Hugh gets his inspiration for writing from various avenues including writing prompts, photos, eavesdropping and while out walking his dogs, Toby and Austin. Although he was born in Wales, he has lived around various parts of the United Kingdom, including London where he lived and worked for 27 years.

Hugh suffers from a mild form of dyslexia but, after discovering blogging, decided not to allow the condition to stop his passion for writing. Since creating his blog ‘Hugh’s Views & News’ in February 2014, he has built up a strong following and now writes every day. Always keen to promote other bloggers, authors and writers, Hugh enjoys the interaction blogging brings and has built up a group of online friends he considers as an ‘everyday essential’.

His short stories have become well known for the unexpected twists they contain in taking the reader up a completely different path to one they think they are on. One of the best compliments a reader can give Hugh is “I never saw that ending coming.”

Having published his first book of short stories, Glimpses, in December 2016, his second collection of short stories, More Glimpses, was released in March 2019.

A keen photographer, he also enjoys cycling, walking, reading, watching television, and enjoys relaxing with a glass of red wine and sweet popcorn.

Hugh shares his life with John, his civil-partner, and Toby and Austin, their Cardigan Welsh Corgis.


Find and Follow Hugh

Blog: Hugh’s Views and News    Twitter: @HughRoberts05    Flipboard

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Glimpses by [Roberts, Hugh W.]Glimpses

After publishing some of his short stories on his blog, Hugh W. Roberts, who is dyslexic, received numerous requests to publish his short stories in a book.

Here, at last, are 28 short stories that will take your mind on a roller coaster of a ride into worlds that conceal unexpected twists and turns.

‘Glimpses’ allows the reader a peek into the lives of everyday people who are about to have life lead them on an unpredicted path. From a mysterious deadly iPad app to a hole in the fence that is not all it seems, to a strange lipstick that appears to have a life of its own, you will encounter terror, laughter, sadness, shock and many other emotions on journeys which promise a thrilling and gripping climax.

If you are a lover of shows such as ‘The Twilight Zone’ and ‘Tales Of The Unexpected’, then you are in for a real treat with this first collection of short stories from Hugh.

Dare you take a glimpse into the lives of these unsuspecting characters?

“If you are looking for a thoroughly entertaining read, Glimpses is the book for you. Each story, cleverly crafted through Hugh’s wonderful imagination, will whisk you away to many different worlds, past, present and future. Every story makes a compelling read and just when you think you know what’s going to happen next, Hugh masterfully reveals a brilliant twist. With bite-size and longer stories, Glimpses is a must-read. I loved it.” – Esther Chilton, Writer, and Author.

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More Glimpses by [Roberts, Hugh W.]More Glimpses

Do you believe in fairies at the bottom of the garden? Or know the real truth about what lurks inside every mobile phone? Would you steal items from a blind person, or send your neighbours on a time travelling adventure fraught with danger and menace to save the human race from a bug? How about staying in a sleepy village where many murders have taken place or coming to the aid of royalty while out shopping?

These are just some of the subjects covered in the second collection of short stories and flash fiction from author and writer, Hugh W. Roberts.

‘More Glimpses’ gives the reader an opportunity to take a peek into the lives of normal, everyday people whose lives are all on a path full of twists, turns and unexpected endings. However, it’s not only about the humans; nothing escapes the extraordinary journeys Hugh has planned for you. If you are a lover of shows such as ‘Black Mirror’ or ‘The Twilight Zone’ then you’re in for another exciting trip in this second collection from Hugh. Come and meet the characters who had no idea their lives were about to be turned upside-down. Enjoy the ride!

“Hugh W. Roberts is back with More…Glimpses, that is! This is his second collection of short stories showcasing the dark and somewhat twisted mind of humankind. Roberts’ witty imagination, coupled with his love of stories from The Twilight Zone and Outer Limits, crafts 32 more tales of dark humour and hair-raising tales in a variety of genres, some a short read, others a little longer to get your heart racing! In every case, just when you think you’ve got the tale figured out, Roberts drops in a completely unexpected ending that may make you jump, laugh or even ponder your use of technology! The Tunnel, Baby Talk, Floral Hall and The Right Choice were my favourites!” – Terri Webster Schrandt, Writer and Blogger.

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