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Three titles free until 23rd June from Pagan Publications Ireland
Added by Steve Downes on June 19, 2014 at 19:38 — No Comments
"AN ACT OF PROVIDENCE"
"Open, public, crowded with people... Did you ask to meet me here in the park so I couldn't kill you?" Nicholas Grant asked as he tossed his stress ball from hand to hand. Beth frowned and brushed snow from the bench arm next to her.
"No," she pouted, "I just didn't want to get yelled at. And, honestly, I thought mom would have told you already."
"So Margot knows, too?" Nick focused on the little green ball…
Added by Angie_Fayre on June 19, 2014 at 12:41 — No Comments
Resilient and resolute, she snubbed death time and again...
The first time she might have died came at age 17, when a saddle horse reared and threw her, breaking her back.
Over the years, she survived many more life-threatening events, each worse than the last: Guillain-Barré syndrome and its accompanying complete – if temporary – paralysis, pneumonia, spinal stenosis requiring two surgeries, an aneurysm (two more operations, and yes, they were brain surgery), a…Continue
Part of me genuinely wants to turn one of my short stories into a larger book. BUT another part of me wants to keep it simple, with the story as is, to turn it into a kid's book as intended. I'm not sure if it's my own frustration trying to expand it or impatience that wants me to do that.
Added by Daniel Hale on June 17, 2014 at 2:20 — No Comments
There will be a FREE Poetry Book Weekend starting on the 20th June, 3 books for free, watch this space for further details
Added by Steve Downes on June 13, 2014 at 15:46 — No Comments
Coming Soon: The Temporal Tome … sequel to
Added by Steve Downes on June 11, 2014 at 15:17 — No Comments
There’s an apocalypse outside the window.
Ruined concrete squats in ragged pillars like some cheap acropolis
Among mountains all of mud and rubble rising behind the razor wire.
Piles of strewn planks, blocks and branches,
Weeds and stinging nettles make a forest of themselves on and between the hills.
Rusted lattices of iron lie abandoned where they fell.
Mud-encrusted, useless plastic containers.
Pipes connected to…Continue
The Journal - article
With shears glinting, he went to mow
He went to mow a meadow
In a field of russet, blonde and red
He went to mow a meadow
Of tresses fine and tangle-weaved
He threshed the walking meadow
Cut and reaped the fallen strands…Continue
Added by Steph Ellis on June 9, 2014 at 19:34 — No Comments
Within my hands I held a precious gift
that I neither owned nor could I return.
I stole it from a heart that dared not shift
and give in to the passions I did yearn.
I thought myself deserving of the prize
because her joy was in another's clasp.
So I stared down into dilating eyes
wide with fear as I steeled my heavy grasp.
We whispered words that'd gone too long unsaid;
I through gritted teeth and will…Continue
Added by Angie_Fayre on June 2, 2014 at 3:09 — No Comments
Hear the whirring of the grinder
as it whines against death's dull blade.
Your rushed moaning's hushed reminder,
falling feeble in the spark's cascade.
I test the sharpness to a thumb,
nodding with a satisfied air.
You sit silent as the dumb;
staring wildly, nostrils flared.
I loom in triumph, steeling fears;
pausing in innocence's light.
You tremble beneath heavy tears,
pulling restraints like day…Continue
Added by Angie_Fayre on June 2, 2014 at 3:02 — No Comments
On silent soles I slithered quite softly,
stalking my objective with soundless grace.
She sauntered in slack ease as I advanced,
unawares someone summed her growing pace.
I curb morals with dark motives, yearning
to steel my senses in their solid strengths.
The deed spread ill before my sanity
with my soul split stiffly in its grave lengths.
Suddenly, where I'd stood within the light,
I now settled in an alley's…Continue
Added by Angie_Fayre on June 2, 2014 at 2:56 — No Comments