Tag: Writing
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A Goddess Turns
In a rare show of annoyance, Hera held aloft her right hand facing the palm towards Queen Gemevere, tightening her fingers as she did so. She quickly lowered her arm, and Gemevere dropped down to her knees, choking. The other Gods and Goddesses looked on open-mouthed, for it took a lot to annoy Hera. Gemevere…
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Gwylfryn Burning
Centuries ago, just inside the Welsh border, existed a small village known as Gwylfryn. In those days, people didn’t have names, but used where they came from and what they did as their ‘name’. One villager, Gwylfryn Hunterre, was the hunter – so proud a marksman was he, only one bird defied his arrows; the…
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Thick Blue Ice
In 2012, I found myself in rather a pickle… I’m typing this post from in the bath. No, I’m fine. I have about half of the battery left on this portable computer device, and the lightbulb is good for a while yet. Summer’s coming on too, so it won’t be cold for long, although we…
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Pickanickl’s Quest (9)
The previous part With A hug, Pickanickl left the Glenfeather’s home knowing she’d made two friends at least. She ran her fingers through her shorn hair and ran back to the toll bridge. She needed to cross Darklands to get to Sound Village, but was confident in her new look she wouldn’t be recognised. Reaching…
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Splashes
I screamed with laughter as I allowed the sticky paint to kiss the canvas in a variety of strokes and ways A red spill here, lifted and curled around and flicked and dotted and dashed Greens and yellows pass each other Hit each other and spin and spiral this way And that An idea planted…
