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Spelling Horrors #limerick

Esther has excelled herself with bowl Esther’s prompt ‘Use the word bowl’Might be thought as something quite drole;But I have to cry fowl foulDig a hole with a trowelThis has taken quite a toll on my soul.

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The End, But Not As We Imagine It

Word of the Day: Eschaton, meaning the final events in the history of the world, often associated with the end times and the fulfillment of God’s ultimate plan for humanity The End, But Not As We Imagine It ‘So, peeps, this is it. The Finale. The Last Curtain. The End of Ends…’ Ray Ning-Supreme yawned and hoped no one saw. As with all the other guests, he’d saved enough for this final mother…

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A Brief Stroll in London: Hoxton and Shoreditch

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Stump And The Miasmic Earl #shortstory

I’m pulling together some short fiction, into another book. Like this ‘Stump? Stump? Where the hell are you?’ Lino Dimpledchin, the Fifteenth Earl of Old Scrotum peered into the gloom and wondered if his pacemaker was up to the stress. If he died then he’d come back and haunt that bloody tenant farmer and, boy, would he haunt. You didn’t inherit a genetically enfeebling bloodline without…

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Being Frank

When life has been gloomy and dankAnd it’s not only armpits that stankJust pretend things are fineDrink a lot of good wineAnd avoid all those who are Frank Another prompt from Esther

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Love The Difference #museum

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Paaartaay Time

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Limerick

Talk is the prompt from Esther, here. Not done this for a while I admit that for years I would baulkBut finally I gave them ‘the talk’;One said very little;The others, ‘Does it tickle?’And, ‘That explains the strange squawk!’

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Pocket Parks - Part Two

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A Bit Of Colour

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So Where Was I? Pocket Parks - Part One

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The Garden - January

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Winter, and it’s grim #limerick

This week’s Esther prompt is snow Not yet snow.. I’m not one to moan, as you knowBut it comes as a bit of a blowThat my journey’s curtailed When my train is derailedBy the fall of the wrong sort of snow

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December Garden

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Regrets #limerick

Let’s begin with a limerick based on lost youth If it didn’t come across as quite strangeThere’s one thing about me I’d change.I’d stop all the clocks,Retrieve my lost locks,And no more, be that bald fool with mange.And that reminds me of one of Dad’sThe Wrinkles LamentWhen we gaze in the mirror while shavingWe mustn’t get too uptight,Though the sight makes us weepBeauty’s only skin deep,And…

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Taste

In my professional life I dealt with several architects. Some, like Norman Foster and Zaha Hadid famous, others less so. Some creations I liked and some… Sadly a lot. Some like Corbusier, whose ideas for simple concrete shapes worked in the bright blue of the Mediterranean didn’t translate to the wet drab grey of the South Bank or Sheffield. And when they were part of a local authority approached…

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Walberswold: Summer. Part two

If you missed part one, you can find it here. Part Two Timothy remembers that day, back in April when he returned from paying the fine. It was cold and he was in a turmoil of frustration and fury. It’s easy for Timothy to put himself back to that time, stepping into the moment. There, as he re-enters the office, he finds Flossy seated at the little desk. In front of her is Burnt, the Booker…