Len rattled the garden gate. To beat Roy, he needed his prize seeds. Roy, who'd read Machiavelli, heard the rattle, and sprinkled the decoys.
Random Word: Haggard
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Len rattled the garden gate. To beat Roy, he needed his prize seeds. Roy, who'd read Machiavelli, heard the rattle, and sprinkled the decoys.
Random Word: Haggard
The autumn leaves
changed colours
but you were spring
with its hopes
not a misty regret
of winter
shivering
by a log fire
alone
Looking back
I still dream
although summer
with gentle walks
along green riverbanks
picking wild flowers
never came
but you gave our child
her own seasons
as I wait
for you
Random Word: Autumn Leaves
El's well business made him rich but his son baulked at the gold thrown at the crazy boat builder. Once the rain stopped, he’d pull the job.
Random Word: Impecunious
The reporter pressed, ‘Do you believe in God.’
He thought, on the walk to the fish at Ballystockart, I got awful thirsty but at an auld stone house, a dark weather-beaten man offered me water. I drank and then the silence came and held me.
But answered, ‘Only in music.’
Random Word: The Blues
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‘Sire, the Vampires will forgo the blood fee for sea access.’
The Duke distracted with bosoms, said,‘So be it.’
‘Sire, what of the Harvest ships,’
The Duke weary of responsibility dismissed him.
The Minister’s solution was a personal sea voyage with a letter that offered the Duke as blood fee.
Random Word: Harvest
These are the Twitter (#vss) stories that caught my eye mainly over the past 7 days. Click on the image or name if you want to visit the story site. Or on the date stamp to go direct to the story.
Every time he overheard someone saying "I could never live without my...", he would steal it to see if they were lying to themselves. #vssWed Aug 18 14:55:27 via webJeff Provine
JeffProvine
It just didn't seem right, dumping a body in the middle of gods nowhere but then why should I care? Its not like we were friends.Thu Aug 19 07:05:57 via TweetDeck
Maryanne Carman
soulkyrie
Extremely tired of her husband’s snoring, she dropped a bit of long lasting glue on his lips and then gently closed them. #vssFri Aug 20 04:19:27 via webKathy
kjmonson
Albert never went back to that clothing store again. The shirt did not, in fact, flatter his chest. #vssSat Aug 21 03:24:43 via web
Twenty Limes
20Limes
They did not march in wearing jackboots. They came quietly in Gucci loafers. But they were the same men with the same agenda.Sun Aug 22 12:49:13 via web
William Brazill
InstantFiction
Slow this year as just finishing my creative writing course but it should start to pick up
Current Read: Cloudstreet by Tim Winton
140 Characters: A Style Guide for the Short Form by Dom Sagolla
Arthur and George by Julian Barnes
A Question of Upbringing by Anthony Powell
Britain Since 1918: The Strange Career Of British Democracy by David Marquand
How Do You Want Me? by Ruby Wax
I'm a Stranger Here Myself by Bill Bryson
The Commissariat of Enlightenment by Ken Kalfus
The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler
The Other Side of the Dale by Gervase Phinn
The Unseen Academicals by Terry Pratchett
Tickling the English by Dara O Briain