Rustic fields hiding behind rosebay willowherb, golden ears of corn drifting in the breeze, improvised greenhouses, humble potting sheds, all merge into the landscape. Byers Green with its scattered terraces is the place to be today. So many skills on…
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I was so cold despite all the colours of the rainbow that clung to the back wall. Even the piano seemed frozen in time, lid up, candles half used, wax solidified like pillars supporting the arches of a cathedral. Half…
Today's prompt comes curtesey of Phylor, it gave me a some hard moments, I had one line [the twins looked at the horse and smiled they saw her as a relic from the past, and no relic was going to…
No windows opened on to gas street, the alley had been built blind, excepting the one faded dark brown door. But the neighbours regularly heard the sound of children playing though the thin red bricks which created the rear skin…
It's been a curious week, it's almost felt like I have been retrenching, switching off the computer and returning to pencil and paper, "I wish". Perhaps I have been under attach from nature, there has been such a proliferation of…
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That summer each day seemed the same, with the sun warming my back, I spent the mornings in the garden. For I had my family and our guests to feed. For father had gone back to sea, whilst mother had…
My teacher said that I should write down my thoughts about what I had done and seen. I would have sooner written about a battleship or my dreams about driving steam trains and building dams, or even about meeting Dan…