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Blog postBefore you get stung. Long before your back aches and nettles have numbed the pads of your fingers, Stop! Assess the situation, what do you need? Before you take on the task. What tools are available and can you actually achieve what you’ve promised with the equiptment that is there.
Pulling on one blue disposable glove found in the conservatory drawer, I remember thinking, … It’ill do. That was before wriggling my hand into the second glove. A gentle tug at the cuff removed all the f -
Blog postThis morning, I woke to a pink sky. For the first time in weeks the wind and rain had stopped battering us, leaves stopped swirling in never ending circles on the lawn. Squirrels could collect and bury their nuts without their tails slapping their faces as they did so.
The sun streams through the windows to remind me of the things I need to do, or didn’t do as well as I thought. I refer to this type of light, the sort that comes in low and shows up every speck of dust and glass streak -
Blog postPixels. At five I wished on a candle stuck in a little soldiers head, impaled in the icing of a Victoria sponge cake. My wish was sent out to the universe to be granted and promptly forgotten, … as spur of the moment wishes often are.
If I had to guess, I expect it was to be allowed to strip off the icing, to eat it first. If so, it would not have come true. Today, at 64 I send out daily gratitude affermations. I thank the universe for the wonderful life I have now; and of course fo -
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Blog postMy own photo. On the outskirts of Volterra
In the heart of the rolling Tuscan hills.
With the windows thrown wide,
we lay still and listen,
We listen to the wonder of Tuscany.
When the Bullfrog’s and Cicadas compete for air time,
Wild Boar and Deer bark and call to their mates.
The firefly’s hop and prance throwing sparkles in their wake,
Specks of luminous green light whizz here and there,
As if being chased by the sunr -
Blog postThis is for Esme Slabs prompt Through the door press > Join in < to do just that.
Abbotsbury. This is The Husband and myself wrapped up from the driving wind one March day in Dorset in the UK..
A relitivly short but very steep climb took us to St Catherines Chapel. It is high on a hilltop overlooking Chesil Beach the swannery below and views of the Isle of Portland. The 14th century chapel was built by the monks of nearby Abbotsbury. Today the chapel still sits in isolat -
Blog postPress the three words in blue to join in Esmeslabs.com #prompt5 Come and see
Thank you Tenor It is not a question I ponder often. Winning prizes is rarely achieved by me. I have won three ‘competitions’ in my 64 years, at least, that weren’t for writing. I enter things like flash fiction, poetry and writing competitions, but that is work and as it should be. This time, the answer was a no brainer, a Fait Accompli as it were.
For when I win, (one has to think positive) I will s -
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Blog postTime never holds its breath
When you can’t catch yours.
The sun doesn’t forget to rise,
from behind closed doors.
Strength appears from nowhere,
It slips beneath a storm filled cloud.
Allowing us to breathe in its beauty,
To hear nature sigh out loud.
Our world continues turning,
Despite sadness in our eyes.
Or the sound of the earth failing,
The throbbing beat of babies cries.
Our Earth begins to -
Blog postThrough the window she watches, on the seat she waits.
To show her respects as they pass the cottage gates.
Through the window once, not so long ago,
Dogs were waiting, but their masters didn’t show.
Countless widows and orphans, all waited in vain,
To hear a loved one, again, call out their name.
Never forget, the broken, or the sacrifices that are made
By our forces each day, as the poppies are laid.
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Blog postArbeit macht frei” (work set’s you free)
Beneath a winters sun a biting wind blew,
Where nobody saw and nobody knew.
With tears in the eyes of our guide
Shock on our faces no-where to hide.
I couldn’t remove her words from my ear
The ones no decent human wants to hear.
Watching through a fog knowing the reality
It slid beneath flesh and warped earth’s polarity.
Ramming evil home, planting it deep
like marrow into -
Blog postclick the link to join in the prompt. https://esmesalon.com/inspire-writing-bloggers-picture-prompt-3/ Stella had stopped on the corner of a crossroads, her phone pressed into her cheek. “I can find my own way, no, I don’t need help, I just wanted someone else to know where I was, you know, precautions and all. Honest, just covering my back, being responsible, a cautious daughter. I will, I will, yes, I’ll send a text once I get back. Yeah, love you too, bye Mum.”
She felt her masc
Titles By Ellen Best
Wings & Fire: A horror anthology with 23 stories from 15 authors (The Box Under The Bed Book 5)
Jan 15, 2021
by
Dan Alatorre,
Roberta Eaton Cheadle,
MD Walker,
Frank Parker,
Dabney Farmer,
Allison Maruska,
Jessica Bakkers,
Heather Kindt,
Susan Lamb,
Geoff LePard,
Marjorie Mallon,
Adele Marie Park,
Alana Turner,
Betty Valentine,
Christine Valentor
$4.99
Spellbound: A horror anthology with 27 stories from 16 authors (The Box Under The Bed Book 4)
Oct 14, 2020
by
Dan Alatorre,
Robbie Cheadle,
Ellen Best,
Kaye Booth,
Alana Turner,
Christine Valentor,
Nick Vossen,
AM Andrus,
Adele Marie Park,
Daniel Alatorre,
Alana Turner,
Victoria Clapton,
MD Walker,
Dabney Farmer,
M J Mallon,
Frank Parker,
Joanne Larner,
Maribel Pagan
$4.99
