My latest story:

Prophesy: The Immortal Witch part 19

The Press call

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Morning. Happy #Humpday! 💙☕🐫

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Very happy to have my work picked by the wonderful
@abctales.bsky.social last night 💙

Thank you! 🙏

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A new poem.

Previously posted for #TopTweetTuesday

Title changed for this version: 'The Expanse'

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Morning. Happy Mondays! 💙☕🐦

One last time this season. Maybe ⚽

#AstonVillavSunderland

Very civilised. Mornternoon, dear Rachel 💙☕🦊

a man in a black coat is holding a tray in a living room ALT: a man in a black coat is holding a tray in a living room

*pours tea and passes Rachel a cup*

It sucks that you have been ill during holiday. It happens a lot to folks. I'm convinced people relax as a break approaches and they inadvertently let bugs in. My lad was ill all over the Easter long weekend then was okay in time to return to work. Hope you are back to being fighting fit very soon.

Happy #Caturday T!

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My latest story:

Prophesy: The Immortal Witch Part 18

The Book of Revelations

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Afternoon! *boils kettle* 💙🫖

Oh no! Get well soon *brings soup*

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Mornin....ah afternoon! ☕💙🦉

Very civilised *brings tea*

'Penny's Pass the Story - Part 10'

A writing challenge at @ABC_Tales

The end and the beginning 3/3

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'Penny's Pass the Story - Part 6'

A writing challenge at @abctales.bsky.social

Cops and robbers, donuts and desperados 2/3

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I changed the titles on a couple of stories posted recently which broke the links to read them. This miffed my lovely daughter who wanted to read the latest one (for some strange reason but I'm very grateful for the interest).

Here they are again with new links: 1/3

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Illustration of little black cat running beneath a full moon beside a tree and a bat in flight. The Moon THe moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon. But all of the things that belong to the day Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way; And flowers and children close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.

‘The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon.’ ~ Robert Louis Stevenson for #BookWormSat
#NationalPetDay
#Caturday

From Lewis Carroll’s own illustrated manuscript of Alice’s Adventures Under Ground. Written in shape of a mouse’s tail.

‘We lived beneath the mat,
Warm and snug and fat,
But one woe, and that
Was the cat!
To our joys a clog, In our eyes a fog, On our hearts a log
Was the dog!
When the cat's away,
Then the mice will play…’ ~ Lewis Carroll. 1/2
#BookWormSat

Here we go again ⚽⚽⚽

#WSMvEnfield

"Branches and briers rusty-brown Caught back my hair and rent my gown." (See poem, " The Haunted Wood.") Painted by Arthur Rackham. Woman in white gown chased by crows through briers and branches of haunted wood.

The Haunted Wood (One woman speaks) By WILLIAM ROSE BENET I STOOD above a deep sea. The sky around and over me Was the pure blue of constancy. And a chaste wind swept by like snow: But, oh. I passioned to be free! My hair was red-gold in the sun: Through me I felt the rich blood run Lake wine, my gown. all silken spun Was golden as the gathered wheat. the Orient knew no lovelier one My lips were parted, and I ran Swift from the heights, and for a span Full speed, until my breath began To clutch my heart: for I had come Into the haunted wood of man. Branches and briers rusty-brown Caught back my hair and rent my gown: The yellow leaves came pelting down Like jeering laughter. jingling gold. Or trinkets of the tawdry town. The cynic ravens of the place Down winds the path; and still I race. Frantic to find my sky once more Through deeper tangles of disgrace!

Goodnight and a little post for #PhantomsFriday
An early night for me as I have laryngitis and have completely lost my voice.

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