Pick of the day

The Torturer's Apprentice

The door was more than anything Mika could have imagined a door to a dungeon could be. Much more. Then again, he'd never seen a door to a dungeon before. Few had of course. And those few mostly never ever came back to talk about it. Mika was delighted.

At fifteen, out of school and more importantly, still out of work, his father urgently prodded his back and Mika shuffled forward, awestruck.

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Story of the week

Life on Berth

 
Johnny the bottlenose dolphin nudged his friend, Cider with his smooth snout, ‘Watch out now, the monster is starting up her engines.’
 
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Poem of the week

Where Thoughts Take Me

Whispering to where the sun rises,

how I wasn't sleeping so well...with

my imagination spinning a web of

metaphors that flew in on a breeze

through my window.

 

Wondering! If my future memories

will expand and grow, or will they

disperse like raindrops down my

pane?

 

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Features

Story and Poem of the Week, with Inspiration Point

Story and Poem of the Week, with Inspiration Point

posted by di_hard

 

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'For All We Know We Don't' by Sean McNulty. Out Now! Review by Drew Gummerson

I am very pleased to announce the publication of 'For All We Know We Don't' - a collection of  short stories by our very own Sean McNulty. It's available to order from Amazon here:

 

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Story and Poem of the Month

Our Story and Poem of the Month for April, very kindly chosen by Airyfairy

 

 

 

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“The Way We Heard”: A New Fiction Challenge for ABCtales

 

“The Way We Heard”: A New Fiction Challenge for ABCtales

This new fiction challenge is sponsored by Cerasus who will donate £100 to ABCtales if all the criteria are met.

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Bee's Journey

Picks of the Month

After You'd Gone

After you'd gone, sometimes we would wake

and find you still there

in the favourite chair,

in the dust-ridden front room

alive with the sunlight streaming in.

And we would speak in surprise,

asking where had you been.

But you could do nothing 

but stare through the cathedral beams

of the morning sun

that magnified your presence.

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Bron-33

Continued from Chapter 32: Bron-32 | ABCtales

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