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Smashed – Donna B. McNicol #writephoto
“Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.” She repeated the phrase her father taught her. It wasn’t really a red sky, more orange, but it took her mind off her predicament. Anyone passing by, … Continue reading
Family – Donna B. McNicol #writephoto
“How much further is it, Da? I’m tired.” Little Joseph complained to his father. “Not far. Do you want me to carry you?” Big Joseph brushed the snow off his son’s nose. “If’n I can piggy back.” He jumped up … Continue reading
The turrets of home – Iain Kelly #writephoto
Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been … Continue reading
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Albion… Stuart France
* …And then we come across the church. Cue mass excitement as we take in all the Giants, which appear to sprout from every orifice… The body of the church you see is an education in itself. You probably already … Continue reading
Of Truth and Legend… Stuart France
* ‘The Silver Well: Legend says that St Augustine once visited Dorset. While there he met some shepherds grazing their flocks and asked them whether they would prefer beer or water to drink. The temperate shepherds replied ‘water’ whereupon St. … Continue reading
Others like us… Stuart France
* … ‘Remind me again, why we are going to Cadbury?’ Part of my reluctance for these, what might be called, impromptu assignations are the inevitable ruptures they make in the overall scheme of things. Once a pattern has started … Continue reading
Fortuity – Sight #writephoto
It’s not everyday that one stumbles upon something that changes his/her life. Still as luck would have it (or being unlucky, in this case);I stumbled upon something that was better if avoided. As a way of avoiding the street in … Continue reading
The Stone of Courage – Guest Post by Jemima Pett at TRSA…
Reblogged from The Story Reading Ape: Just a reminder, every second Sunday of the month I’m doing a serial with an original illustration from the wonderful Dani English, who also does my book covers. If you missed the previous months, … Continue reading
Fallen – Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto
Professor Deep Narayan Mishra turned around and glared at his wife. “I tell you, “No listening any further to this mad man. Let’s get out and continue the search”. Antrima lifted her fingers to her lips and half whispered, “Have … Continue reading
