This is a different way to view a book, as you don't get to meet the victims of a serial killer before you read the the book, do you! Original post is here, and well worth a look. Your Last Breath
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A Christmas Winner
Get into the Christmas spirit with some Christmas poetry on Stevie's blog. Just follow this link.This was my entry.
Portraits of Dread by Michael J. Elliott
This is on my to read pile and I think that after reading this review, I should bump it up! Sunshine Somerville This collection is brilliant. And I’m not British, so I feel the need to point out I actually mean brilliant. Almost every single one of these stories starts out in a completely familiar,… Continue reading Portraits of Dread by Michael J. Elliott
Amassing the Arsenal.
Writer’s write, this is what we do, what’s its like.
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Once again I have been motivated to write by something I heard on the radio, a passing comment made during a documentary about playing bass guitar.
While on the surface one might ask what has a guitar, or playing music, got to do with writing fiction, or writing anything for that matter?
I agree that it is a valid question because when you play music you usually play in front of an audience. You may practice alone, or with a small group of musicians, but when it comes to getting your art ‘out there’ you seek an audience. It is a public performance.
Whereas, for us writers, we have a rather insular art form in comparison. We write alone, proofread alone, edit and re-write alone. Sometimes we may ask someone to read our work, to give feedback or to help proof it. But generally writing is a reclusive business…
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Her Secret Family Means a Christmas Dilemma by Carole Parkes
I thought you might like to see this little shocker!
Julie Simpson is finding out that Christmas invitations are even more complicated when you’re leading a secret double-life. She has two sets of parents; the ones who lovingly raised her and her recently discovered birth parents who informed her she was stolen from them when she was a baby.
To protect her mum and dad from possible prosecution and to learn the truth, she builds a secret relationship with her natural parents telling them the ‘parents’ she grew up with are both deceased. This one little lie leads to many more as Julie, with the help of her husband, John, becomes ensnared with fibs and half-truths.
Despite the intricacies of the situation where neither set of parents know about the other, Julie is coping well until she realises that both sets of parents are expecting her company on Christmas day. How can she resolve this dilemma and still keep her…
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Christmas Poetry
- reblogged from Stevie Turner 's site. Stevie suggested we share our Christmas peoems, so if you have one you would like to share, post the link in the comments and I will post it on the run up to Chrimstas. CHRISTMAS EVE The clock ticks on as I lie and wait,My stocking along my… Continue reading Christmas Poetry
Just Our Imagination
I was reading through other WordPress sites, as you do, and came across this interesting article about riding a bike. It took me back to being a child when when we played on the streets for hours with them. My brother and I used to pretend they were horses and we had an army of… Continue reading Just Our Imagination
A Case For Adjectives?
I don’t know why I haven’t been following Carole’s blog before. A sheer oversight!
I loved this story and didn’t expect the ending at all. How sad really. I wanted to see the magic of this story with my followers. Please follow the link and Carole’s blog.
In writing circles experts frown upon using too many adjectives. This is from an English lesson I did many years ago. Oddly enough, I gained a tick for each adjective used. My question is how would this story be without them?
The Stranger
The spectacle of the filthy, bedraggled man sitting in the restaurant drew my attention. His matted, dirty hair hung in knots below his hunched shoulders and some of it fell forward into his soup. Pulling it out of the hot liquid he wiped the sticky, wet hair on his coat which was already covered in mouldy food spillage and vomit. He slurped noisily, spilling more soup from his spoon and mouth than he was managing to consume.
I looked away from him to my daughter who was standing next to me. She was also hypnotised by this revolting, stomach retching sight. Then my eyes fell upon his…
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The Lost Angel by Adam C. Mitchell
Genre: Crime Thriller Mystery Description Eddy Kovakx robs the Lost Angel, Central City's newest night club, owned by mob boss Victor Renetti. Pulling off the job was the easy part. Now, on the run with his partner's broad, the sultry Kimmie Saint Clair, he also has an unstoppable PI on his trail. Jack Malone is… Continue reading The Lost Angel by Adam C. Mitchell
Soul Mates
This is an interesting observational piece about soul mates. So much is written about finding your soul mate and I must say I agree with this blogger. I've been married for over forty years and we are not soul mates, we are complete opposites, but, somehow it works. Soul Mates Reblogged from 'Stories I've Never… Continue reading Soul Mates
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