Originally posted on Rachel Carrera, Novelist:
? Hello, friends. A few weeks ago, I encouraged fellow writers (and anyone else who wanted to play along) to write a short story to accompany the writing prompt I featured and then allow me to interview them. As with many things new, a lot of times people like…
I’ve written little new of late. Be it posting blogs full of words penned long ago or dabbling in newborn fictional tales of this, that and the other, a uselessness prevails. A tarnished body and brain in unison tend to have that effect. Be it from quill to keyboard my storytelling is in limbo. So … More ‘BREAD SIR’ ASKS THE WOMAN
Originally posted on Rachel Carrera, Novelist:
Happy Throwback Thursday, friends! As I’ve mentioned recently, when my Lupus health complications have kept me from being able to devote my time and focus to writing or editing, or even sometimes reading (much less blogging), I’ve found that I could sometimes take on small projects. One such project…
WITHOUT THE PALISADE OF TIME before him a photograph two genial faces lovers no doubt a holiday snap? backdrop Rouen? Cathedral Notre-Dame? has he seen it in a brochure? must go there one day pointedly she says that that is ‘us’ ‘us’ when we had no secrets love struck ‘us’ still love struck ‘us’ her … More WITHOUT THE PALISADE OF TIME
when crimson satin meets medallion augmented uniform without exchange of hard cash then you know a war is won an armistice set in stone a time for revelry wanton the survivors such is the hyper sexuality of victors coming home and those who greet disinterred heroes another time; another place before the war perhaps? crepuscular … More DECREPIT DIARIES
ETCHINGTON’S DEMISE Inspector Lestrade: “Good God Watson, the pair of you took your bloody time getting here. You only live around the sodding corner. What kept you so long?” Dr Watson: “The reason for our ‘brief’ delay I’ll have you know was that Holmes insisted he finish The Times crossword puzzle whilst sat in the … More SHERLOCK HOLMES SUFFERS DETECTIVE’S BLOCK
I met an absolutely gorgeous swoony sort of chap just the other day at the garden centre where I was busy fondling a sapling whilst at the same time shedding a tear for a wilting bonsai. With so many people about I had, of course, kept my kit on. Anyway the chap I met worked … More THE SAD DEMISE OF JESSICA DOWNLOW – THE TREE HUGGING SUICIDAL POET
