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Vanessa put down the phone and stood behind Spencer, staring at the top of his head, light brown skin showing through the gaps in his thick dark hair...
Words fired like quills and hair pulled sore at the root. Shins blackened in brute blows. Flesh hung out to dry in frigid shows of shame. Unchosen on...
‘Well, he’s done a good job of the lawn. I think you need to be careful not to confuse him, he's fresh out of the box, Vanessa. Play around with the...
‘No. I wish I was.’ ‘I’m a bit taken aback to be honest, Vanessa.’ There was a short period of silence. ‘I know….and I’m really sorry. I was having a...
455 of my comments have received 481 Great Feedback votes
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A perfect storm in words. I
Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024
A perfect storm in words. I've just moved house and the sounds produced by the high winds are more alarming since I'm yet to figure out what's normal for the building. Awful damage for some out there. Let's hope for more peace and perhaps even...
Your poem is very cleansing, Rhiannon. You've conveyed a strong sense of all that water rushing, studded with wintry natural features, tangled bare branches and leaf litter.
I think his idea was already out of date when he thought of it. All those ideas, locked away in rooms while the world destroys itself. Thank you for reading and commenting, Jenny.
Lots to this story. It had the feel of a nineties Christmas when the pubs were heaving and you needed a ticket to get inside, although those high street stores were still thriving back then. There's always an Elliot type character causing trouble...
This reminds me Hans Christian Anderson, the morphing of dreams and reality and the falling snow. I really enjoyed it, a very professional short story with some festive magic thrown in.
Convincing yet utterly freak-unique. Something on his mind made him behave irrationally and lose his keys, the bird got in quite accidentally but on the other hand it feels like dark energy at play and once you get that idea, you're inviting it....
Thank you, Insert. I will be doing the sage thing. I'm not used to uneven floors and doors that won't shut but I guess it's normal for an old house. Our previous house was unbearably hot in summer so I'm looking forward to being in a cool cave....
I found your poem to be very calming, as always Jenny. The birds offer us a higher level, removed from the seemingly unsolvable problems of our terrestrial world.
Perfect and beautiful. Restraint, just enough details. It's like a perfectly decorated tree, all the decorations spaced and the colours, vibrant, not too much. A mid-winter day illustrated in words.
A perfect storm in words. I
Posted on Wed, 03 Jan 2024
A perfect storm in words. I've just moved house and the sounds produced by the high winds are more alarming since I'm yet to figure out what's normal for the building. Awful damage for some out there. Let's hope for more peace and perhaps even...
Read full commentPosted in Storm
Your poem is very cleansing,
Posted on Wed, 13 Dec 2023
Your poem is very cleansing, Rhiannon. You've conveyed a strong sense of all that water rushing, studded with wintry natural features, tangled bare branches and leaf litter.
Read full commentPosted in Tumbling river and tangled footpath
I think his idea was already
Posted on Wed, 13 Dec 2023
I think his idea was already out of date when he thought of it. All those ideas, locked away in rooms while the world destroys itself. Thank you for reading and commenting, Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Brodie's Big Idea
Very creepy throughout. I don
Posted on Tue, 12 Dec 2023
Very creepy throughout. I don't know what happened but I was throughly absorbed and very scared of Mrs Stanton.
Read full commentPosted in If We Don't Talk About It, It Won't Haunt Me
Lots to this story. It had
Posted on Tue, 12 Dec 2023
Lots to this story. It had the feel of a nineties Christmas when the pubs were heaving and you needed a ticket to get inside, although those high street stores were still thriving back then. There's always an Elliot type character causing trouble...
Read full commentPosted in 'Twas the Night Before Christmas
This reminds me Hans
Posted on Sun, 10 Dec 2023
This reminds me Hans Christian Anderson, the morphing of dreams and reality and the falling snow. I really enjoyed it, a very professional short story with some festive magic thrown in.
Read full commentPosted in "Starlight And Miracles" (A Christmas tale)
Convincing yet utterly freak
Posted on Fri, 08 Dec 2023
Convincing yet utterly freak-unique. Something on his mind made him behave irrationally and lose his keys, the bird got in quite accidentally but on the other hand it feels like dark energy at play and once you get that idea, you're inviting it....
Read full commentPosted in Bird Hex Accusation
Thank you, Insert. I will be
Posted on Wed, 06 Dec 2023
Thank you, Insert. I will be doing the sage thing. I'm not used to uneven floors and doors that won't shut but I guess it's normal for an old house. Our previous house was unbearably hot in summer so I'm looking forward to being in a cool cave....
Read full commentPosted in In Your House
I found your poem to be very
Posted on Tue, 05 Dec 2023
I found your poem to be very calming, as always Jenny. The birds offer us a higher level, removed from the seemingly unsolvable problems of our terrestrial world.
Read full commentPosted in Hope Of The Skylark
Perfect and beautiful.
Posted on Fri, 01 Dec 2023
Perfect and beautiful. Restraint, just enough details. It's like a perfectly decorated tree, all the decorations spaced and the colours, vibrant, not too much. A mid-winter day illustrated in words.
Read full commentPosted in Colours of Christmas
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