The written word at its most dubious.
Of late I participated in a somewhat more 'vigorous' debate over who was the best female voice of our time. After the settling of dust and cessation of raining barstool's, it was determined that Deborah Conway, not Chrissy Hines, is that voice. Life time barrings from a certain establishment; a ride in the rear of... Continue Reading →
This, as with the last couple of blog post's, is a first draft. Therefore poorly written, a plot with more holes in it than a damaged flyscreen door, lashings of grammatical error's, and the equivalent of a three month old salmon's spelling ability. The tale below is yet another piece in the riddle "Agnes Ross".... Continue Reading →
Horror – Novella - Anges Ross – A – 25MAY2014 "Agnes had been strolling door to residential Fremantle door, handing out cheaply produced leaflets to everyone she encountered willing enough, politely enough, to lighten her load. Few were interested in the spiel that went with it, but at least they had something to enlighten them... Continue Reading →
This would fit roughly somewhere into the opening third of the Whitechapel/Spitalfields aspect of 'Agnes Ross'. Completely unedited incidentally, and only 800 and something words. Could anyone reading this please reply, and tell me what they understand the reflection of Whitelaw fading into the face of his suitor. Please. Anyway, read on. Click the picture... Continue Reading →
♠ .........and Death quoted the Devil ♠ ‘twas midsummer’s afternoon. A dark, and I hesitate to guess, ‘lady’ perhaps, waddled into the front bar of the Duke of York Hotel. Flies, whilst already in abundance, seemed to fill the void between her and smoke glassed door. The light cast from behind her through the closing... Continue Reading →
On April 2nd, 1896 my grandmother, Clara Barber, was weeding the front garden in Mayo Road, Willesden. Her three-year-old son and his younger brother were playing in the fresh air where she could keep an eye on them. She said ‘Good afternoon’ to an elderly lady who was staying with her daughter, Polly Palmer, next... Continue Reading →
A have put a version up of this before; this variant is a result of my delightful Darwin based reader of my tales. Thank you young lady. Always appreciated. All it needs now is editing, a resubmission to her for further advice, and we should have something vaguely submittable. Hamish ♠ When The Boat Comes... Continue Reading →
When the cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum were suddenly consumed by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 C.E., many of their buildings were so intimately preserved that modern archaeologists can even read the graffiti scribbled onto their ancient walls. See if any of these remind you of a twenty-first century bathroom. “PHILIROS SPADO.” "Phileros... Continue Reading →
A knight in shining armour is a man that has never had his metal tested. Click the 'chances' reference. There is a bit of a language warning with this one. Hamish, as didn't appear in the "Goodies".
The World Turned Upside Down 