#patrick w. marsh

[patrickwmarsh]

Sometimes, though I enjoy writing darker themes and settings, I do wish what I wrote was a bit more, well, happy. Just a little lighter. Accepting this about myself has been a bit of a battle. This poem is about battling for this acceptance. #poem #poetry #poems #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

[cerenemuxse]

The engines as different basis (EoSR but built different) - 1

(Tender engines as tank engines, vice versa)

From No. 1 - 6 (Thomas, Edward, Emily, Henry, Gordon, James)

NWR 1 Thomas (formerly LBSCR 307, SR 2307)

Class: London, Brighton, and South Coast Railway (LBSCR) Class C3 Horsham Goods

Previous Owners: London, Brighton, and South Coast Railway; Southern Railway; British Railways (Southern Region)

Built: August 1906

Real-life Withdrawal: May 1949 (never received a BR number)

Designer: Douglas Earle Marsh

Builder: Brighton Works

Bio:

Thomas is the first tender engine purchased by the NWR, after the withdrawals of the original NWR 1 - 6 (the last one being in 1925). The NWR had believed that they wouldn't need any tender engine power until the withdrawal of NWR 1 in 1925.

NWR 2 Edward (formerly W&SR 5)

Class: Dublin, Wicklow and Wexford Railway (DW&WR) 52 class; North Western Railway (NWR) Class S-W52

Previous Owners: Wellsworth & Suddery Railway

Built: 1893

Real-life Withdrawal: n/a

Designer: William Wakefield

Builder: Sharp, Stewart and Company (Glasgow, Scotland)

Bio:

Edward was commissioned by the Wellsworth and Suddery Railway. His design was altered so that he could run on standard gauge rails. When the merger occured, he was passed down to the NWR, along with Emily, and the NWR attempted to rebuild him so he could handle the new jobs. This did not work out, resulting in Edward having poor steaming issues. He was swapped with Emily, working lighter and fewer jobs.

NWR 3 Emily (formerly GNR 1009 and W&SR 6)

Class: Great Northern Railway (GNR) Class H1 Stirling Tank; North Western Railway (NWR) Class S-S1 Stirling Tank

Basis (Inspiration): GNR Stirling Single A3, GNR G1, and B&ER 4-2-4 tank engines

Previous Owners: Great Northern Railway; Wellsworth and Suddery Railway

Built: 1882

Real-life Withdrawal: n/a

Designer: Patrick Stirling

Builder: Doncaster Works

Bio:

Emily is an experimental tank engine version of the GNR A1, A2, and A3 Stirling Singles, with a wheel config of 4-2-4T. While she did perform decently, she did not perform as they expected so she was withdrawn. The Wellsworth and Suddery Railway took interest in Emily. They purchased her from the GNR before she could be sold to a scrapyard. She worked welled on the W&SR, able to be passed down to the NWR in 1915, along with Edward. She ended up replacing Edward on the express passenger service when the latter's rebuilds proved to worsen his performance.

NWR 4 Henry

Class: North Eastern Railway (NER) Class F; North Western Railway (NWR) Class S-S5 (4-6-4T) Black Five Tank

Basis (Inspiration): NER Class D (pre-1935); LNER Class A2 (pre-1935); LMS Class 5MT Black Fives (post-1935); LMS 4MT 2-6-4T (two-cylinder) (post-1935)

Previous Owners: Unknown

Built: 1920

Real-life Withdrawal: n/a

Designer: Vincent Raven; Henry Stanier

Builder: Unknown

Bio:

Henry was built from stolen duplicates of Vincent Raven's plans of a 4-6-2T, which were derived from the NER Class D (4-4-4T). Unfortunately, these duplicate plans were the discarded designs due to uneven weights on the chassis and the use of a Schmidt boiler. He was under-powered and a hazard to operate. Sir Louis Topham Hatt I was swindled to buy Henry in 1922 when promised that Henry would be the next best thing for railways. This was when the NWR believed that they wouldn't need tender engines to run the railway. After the Flying Kipper crash, Henry was rebuilt into a new class of his own, the LMS Class 5MT Black Five Tank.

NWR 5 Gordon

Class: Great Northern Railway (GNR) Class B1; North Western Railway (NWR) Class S-G1

Basis (Inspiration): GNR Gresley Class A1, GNR Gresley Class A3, and GNR Gresley Class N2

Previous Owners: Great Northern Railway

Built: 1920 - 1923

Real-life Withdrawal: n/a

Designer: Nigel Gresley

Builder: Doncaster Works

Bio:

Gordon is an experimental tank version of the GNR Gresley A1s, in hopes of surpassing the capabilities of the Gresley N2s. This did not work out but served as a basis for the LNER V1s. He was sold off to the NWR, replacing Emily on heavy passenger duty, which was the express service for the NWR.

NWR 6 James (formerly L&YR 506, LMS 11546)

Class: Lancashire and Yorkshire Railway (L&YR) Class 24; NWR Class S-A25

Previous Owners: L&YR, LNWR, LMS

Built: 1919

Real-life Withdrawal: 1959 (BR number would've been 51546)

Designer: John Audley Frederick Aspinall

Builder: Horwich Works

Bio:

James was bought as he was originally built in 1925. However, Sir Bertram Topham Hatt II ordered for James to be rebuilt into a 2-6-2T. This took well over a few months until they finally came up with a decent design. Unfortunately, James' great performance came at the cost of James' loosing his memories.

[ulkaralakbarova]

The eccentric new manager of a UHF television channel tries to save the station from financial ruin with an odd array of programming. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: George Newman: ‘Weird Al’ Yankovic R.J. Fletcher: Kevin McCarthy Stanley Spadowski: Michael Richards Bob: David Bowe Harvey Bilchik: Stanley Brock Philo: Anthony Geary Raul Hernandez: Trinidad Silva Kuni: Gedde Watanabe Noodles MacIntosh: Billy Barty Richard Fletcher: John Paragon Pamela Finklestein: Fran Drescher Esther Bilchik: Sue Ane Langdon Head Thug: David Proval Killer Thug: Grant James Teri: Victoria Jackson Joe Earley: Emo Philips Gandhi: Jay Levey Cameraman: Lou B. Washington Bum: Vance Colvig FCC Man: Nik Hagler Bartender: Robert K. Weiss Spatula Husband: Eldon G. Hallum Spatula Wife: Sherry Engstrom Spatula Neighbor: Sara Allen Sy Greenblum: Bob Hungerford Crazy Ernie: John Cadenhead Blind Man: Francis M. Carlson Earl Ramsey: Ivan Green Joel Miller: Adam Maras Billy: Travis Knight Little Weasel: Joseph Witt Teri’s Father: Tony Frank Teri’s Mother: Billie Lee Thrash Fletcher Cronie #1: Barry Friedman Fletcher Cronie #2: Kevin Roden Phyllis Weaver: Lisa R. Stefanic Big Edna: Nancy Johnson Betty: Debbie Mathieu Little Old Lady: Wilma Jeanne Cummins Animal Deliveyman: Cliff Stephens Band: Guitar: Jim West Band: Bass Guitar: Steve Jay Band: Drums: Jon Schwartz Band: Keyboards: Kim Bullard Whipped Cream Eater: Barry Hansen Thug #3: Bob Maras Thug #4: George Fisher Guide #1: Tony Salome Guide #2: Joe Restivo Yodeler: Charles Marsh Mud Wrestler: Belinda Bauer Satan: Patrick Thomas O’Brien Conan the Librarian: Roger Callard Timid Man: Robert Frank Boy with Books: Jeff Maynard Promo Announcer (voice): M.G. Kelly Promo Announcer (voice): Jay Gardner Promo Announcer (voice): John Harlan Promo Announcer (voice): Jim Rose Film Crew: Production Manager: Gray Frederickson Original Music Composer: John Du Prez Editor: Dennis M. O’Connor Producer: Gene Kirkwood Producer: John W. Hyde Writer: Jay Levey Director of Photography: David Lewis Production Design: Ward Preston Set Decoration: Robert L. Zilliox Costume Design: Tom McKinley Makeup Effects: Allan A. Apone Special Effects Makeup Artist: Douglas J. White Sound Recordist: Ara Ashjian Sound Editor: Christopher Assells Sound Editor: Charles R. Beith Jr. Sound Recordist: Gregory Cheever Sound Editor: Clayton Collins Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Andy D’Addario Sound Editor: Dino DiMuro Sound Editor: G. Michael Graham Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Jeffrey J. Haboush Sound Mixer: Bo Harwood Sound Editor: Dan Hegeman Sound Editor: A. David Marshall Sound Editor: Diane Marshall Supervising Sound Editor: Dave McMoyler Sound Recordist: Art Schiro Sound Editor: Scott A. Tinsley Visual Effects Producer: John Coats Visual Effects Supervisor: William Mesa Visual Effects Art Director: Richard Kilroy Visual Effects Art Director: Ron Yates Post Production Supervisor: Susan Zwerman Production Supervisor: Bill Carroll Stunt Coordinator: George Fisher Stunts: Bob Maras Stunts: Brent Stice Stunts: T. Alan Kelly Stunts: J. Granville Moulder Stunts: Michael Steven Howl Stunts: Richard Drown Executive In Charge Of Production: Kate Morris Associate Producer: Becki Cross Trujillo Associate Producer: Joe M. Aguilar First Assistant Director: John R. Woodward Second Assistant Director: Benita Allen Casting Assistant: Gregory Raich Casting Assistant: Sandi Black Local Casting: Barbara Brinkley Henry Local Casting: Laurey Lummus Key Hair Stylist: Lynne K. Eagan Makeup & Hair: Roseanne McIlvane Wardrobe Supervisor: Ainslee Colt de Wolf Wardrobe Assistant: Phil O’Nan Boom Operator: Joel Racheff First Assistant Camera: Ed Giovanni Second Assistant Camera: Tiffanie Winton Second Assistant Camera: Brett Reynolds Second Assistant Camera: Cindi Pusheck Production Coordinator: Bonnie Macker Script Supervisor: Carol Stewart Second Second Assistant Director: Lorene M. Duran Third Assistant Director: Pam Whorton Additional Editing: Steve Polivka Assistant Editor: Lewis Schoenbrun Supervising ADR Editor: Karla Caldwell Music Supervisor:...

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[popentertainmentmusic]

HARRY CHAPIN: WHEN IN DOUBT, DO SOMETHING (2020)

Featuring Sandy Chapin, Tom Chapin, Steve Chapin, Big John Wallace, Howard Fields, Ken Kragen, Jeb Hart, Bill Ayres, Billy Joel, Robert Lamm, Pat Benatar, Darryl “DMC” McDaniels, Bob Geldof, Jac Holzman, Dave Marsh, Sen. Patrick Leahy, Josh Chapin, Jen Chapin, Jaime Chapin, Abigail Chapin, Lily Chapin, Jono Chapin, Noreen Springstead, Karen Washington, Paule T. Pachter and archival footage of Harry Chapin, Bruce Springsteen, Pete Seeger, Harry Belafonte and Gov. Andrew Cuomo.

Written by Rick Korn.

Directed by Rick Korn.

Distributed by Greenwich Entertainment. 93 minutes. Not Rated.

It is easy to forget in the almost 40 years since his way-too-early death in an automobile crash what an important place Harry Chapin played in music in the 1970s. He was expected to be a major superstar, and he could have been, but he always put his social conscience ahead of his career.

Looking back at his passionate activism and self-sacrifice in the era of Trump, Chapin comes off as all-the-more impressive, both as a musician and as a man. Harry Chapin never put himself first, and was generous to a fault with his time, efforts and money. He saw the betterment of humanity as his real reason for being, and if being a singer-songwriter could advance that goal, then all the better.

Chapin was a folk-rock-oriented singer songwriter who specialized in wistful story-songs, usually about people living with regret. He started out in a family group with his brothers. In 1972 was the subject of a record company bidding war as a solo artist, landing at Elektra records and becoming one of the highest paid singers ever at the time.

At the time, the labels were more open to the idea of prestige artists, so while they hoped and expected for Chapin to become a superstar – which he sort of did – they were also willing to give him complete creative control, both of his music and his career.

These days Chapin is mostly remembered for a couple of songs. His smash hit “Cat’s in the Cradle” is still a beloved standard all these years later – I just saw it used on TV less than a week ago – and “Taxi” is less remembered, but also considered a classic of musical storytelling.

However, limiting his career to these two songs is losing out on a terrific body of work. He had other hit singles over the years – including “W-O-L-D,” “I Wanna Learn a Love Song,” “Sunday Morning Sunshine” and “Sequel” (which was, literally, a sequel to the song “Taxi”). He also had many terrific album tracks like “Remember When the Music,” “Mr. Tanner,” “Shooting Star,” “Halfway to Heaven” and “Story of a Life.”

The story of Chapin’s life, however, was not tied to the music. He loved singing and writing, but his real goal was as a philanthropist. He was a vital cog in the Presidential Commission on World Hunger. He played pretty much any charity show he was asked to do. He went to Washington, or wherever else her was needed, to help causes he was passionate about – and he was passionate about many causes.

He even died driving to a free benefit concert at which he was supposed to perform.

I must admit, I was relatively young when Chapin died in 1981, so I didn’t quite know about his tireless selflessness for his causes. Harry Chapin’s career somewhat suffered for his causes. If he didn’t spend so much time giving of himself, he would have been more successful as a musician.

However, that just makes Chapin more impressive as a person, particularly in this day and age. Harry Chapin didn’t just talk the talk; he walked the walk. He gave of himself as much as he could because he loved other people and couldn’t stand the idea of others suffering.

When in doubt, do something.

This loving documentary not only reopens our eyes to a songbook which has been sadly underappreciated over the years, but it also gives us a glimpse into the soul of a man who cared so much.

The epitaph on his tombstone is a verse from his 1978 song “I Wonder What Would Happen to This World.” The headstone reads: “Oh if a man tried to take his time on Earth / And prove before he died what one man's life could be worth / I wonder what would happen to this world.”

They don’t make people like Harry Chapin all that often. That is a shame for the rest of the world.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2020 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: October 16, 2020.

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And then there was the sad sign that a young woman working at a Tim Hortons in Lethbridge, Alberta, taped to the drive-through window in 2007. It read, “No Drunk Natives.”

Accusations of racism erupted, Tim Hortons assured everyone that their coffee shops were not centres for bigotry, but what was most interesting was the public response. For as many people who called in to radio shows or wrote letters to the Lethbridge Herald to voice their outrage over the sign, there were almost as many who expressed their support for the sentiment. The young woman who posted the sign said it had just been a joke.

Now, I’ll be the first to say that drunks are a problem. But I lived in Lethbridge for ten years, and I can tell you with as much neutrality as I can muster that there were many more White drunks stumbling out of the bars on Friday and Saturday nights than there were Native drunks. It’s just that in North America, White drunks tend to be invisible, whereas people of colour who drink to excess are not.

Actually, White drunks are not just invisible, they can also be amusing. Remember how much fun it was to watch Dean Martin, Red Skelton, W. C. Fields, John Wayne, John Barrymore, Ernie Kovacs, James Stewart, and Marilyn Monroe play drunks on the screen and sometimes in real life? Or Jodie Marsh, Paris Hilton, Cheryl Tweedy, Britney Spears, and the late Anna Nicole Smith, just to mention a few from my daughter’s generation. And let’s not forget some of our politicians and persons of power who control the fates of nations: Winston Churchill, John A. Macdonald, Boris Yeltsin, George Bush, Daniel Patrick Moynihan. Hard drinkers, every one.

The somewhat uncomfortable point I’m making is that we don’t seem to mind our White drunks.

They’re no big deal so long as they’re not driving. But if they are driving drunk, as have Canada’s coffee king Tim Horton, the ex-premier of Alberta Ralph Klein, actors Kiefer Sutherland and Mel Gibson, Super Bowl star Lawyer Milloy, or the Toronto Maple Leafs’ Mark Bell, we just hope that they don’t hurt themselves. Or others.

More to the point, they get to make their mistakes as individuals and not as representatives of an entire race.

Thomas King, The Inconvenient Indian: A Curious Account of Native People in North America

[patrickwmarsh]

I treasure this moment with my kids, but I could feel their worry and fear. It was both beautiful and tragic. I had to write a poem about it. Thank you for reading my work. #poetry #poem #fatherhood #poems #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

[illyrian-book-lover]

|Rosie Cheeks| Richie Tozier x Reader

Chapter 2: Mommy? More Like Mummy

Rosie stared at the blackboard in boredom. She was absolutely done with school and could not wait to leave. Rosie’s mind ventured towards her future, how it will be. She wanted to leave this place behind and be someone she could be proud of. And who would make her parents proud.

As Rosie was imagining her future, she felt a something hit the back of her head. She turned her head and saw Richie Tozier smiling widely at her. He threw another paper ball at Rosie which hit her right on her forehead. She scrunched her nose before picking up the paper ball and throwing it back at Richie. It hit him right on his nose.

This went on for the next half hour, the teacher kept droning on and on, not paying the kids one bit of attention. Richie and Rosie kept going back and forth, trying to hit each other with the paper balls. They missed each other many times, the paper ball hitting others and receiving annoyed looks.

The shrill sound of the bell rang around the school and filled the school hallways with kids, ready to leave behind the stressful school days and start a relaxing and carefree summer.

Rosie quickly packed her bags and jogged to her locker. She did not want to waste anymore time in this building, with these people. Behind her, she heard the loudmouth of Richie talking away with his friends about Stanley’s upcoming bar mitzvah. Their voices trailed off as they walked away.

Rosie emptied her locker and turned around to leave the building when someone harshly bumped into her.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going, slut.” Came the voice of Greta Keene.

Rosie showed the blonde girl her middle finger as Greta entered the bathroom with another girl. She heard a thump and not too long before Greta walked out. Rosie pretty quickly caught onto what must have happened in the bathroom.

Greta was about to bump her shoulder into Rosie again when Rosie moved away at the last minute and put her foot in front of Greta. Greta’s foot tangled into Rosie’s and she fell forward.

“What the fuck!” Greta yelled.

“Watch where you’re going, slut.” Rosie said as she took her leave towards the bathroom.

Entering the bathroom, she heard Greta shouting profanities at her. Rosie shut the door behind her, and Greta’s voice faded away into nothingness. Rosie stared at the red haired girl who has been the target of Greta’s bullying since she could remember.

Beverly Marsh.

Rosie scrunched her nose as the smell hit her. It smelled absolutely disgusting in the bathroom and Rosie knew it was because of Greta Keene. She saw the trash bag laying on the ground in one of the stalls.

“Hey, are you okay?” Rosie questioned. She saw Beverly washing her backpack, trying to salvage what was left of it.

“Yes,” Beverly said sharply. “What’s it to you?” Beverly kept her eyes focused on the mirror in front of her, but she kept the brown haired girl in her peripheral vision.

“Because I just saw Greta Keene leave this bathroom. She looked proud of something, so I knew someone must be suffering here.” Rosie shrugged as she stood next to Beverly and pulled out a lip gloss from her backpack.

The two girls stood side by side, not saying anything. The silence was not uncomfortable, though the smell did bother Rosie.

“I’m okay.” Beverly mumbled breaking the silence.

“Good to know.” Rosie nodded her head at Beverly. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before she turned towards the bathroom door. “See you later, Beverly.”

Rosie did not wait to hear Beverly’s reply. She walked out of the bathroom and into the almost empty hallway. Rosie did not see Greta or her squad of lagoons.

Rosie walked out of the school using the west entrance and immediately regretted it. In front of her she could see Henry Bowers and his gang messing with Richie Tozier and his friends. Other than Richie, Rosie had only talked to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Eddie Kaspbrak was the only person other than Richie Tozier who could talk a mile a second.

Rosie walked down the stairs and watched as Richie was pulled backwards by his backpack who then bumped into Stan and the two went down to the ground. As Rosie walked closer to the group, she heard Bill sign his fate to the devil.

“You s-s-s-suck Bowers.” Bill stuttered out his words.

Bowers and his gang stopped in their tracks and turned around.

“You s-s-s-s-say something, B-b-billy?” Henry mocked Bill. “You got a free ride this summer, because of your brother. Rides over Denbrough.” Henry said as he walked closer to Bill.

Rosie pushed past Patrick Hockstetter and Belch Huggins and pinched Bowers on his back.

“Ouch! Bitch.” Bowers shouted in pain and stared at Rosie in anger.

Rosie walked backwards towards her father who was standing with Betty Ripsom’s mom and officer Bowers.

“Why don’t you pick on people your own size, huh, Bowers.” Rosie said before she turned around and walked towards her father who was staring at the group.

Rosie did not bother turning around to hear any kind of response.

Richie stared after Rosie as Bowers finished threatening his friends, but not before giving Bill a big spit filled kiss with his hand. Richie did not look away from Rosie, who stood with her father, the sheriff, talking to him about something he could not hear from the distance.

“She’s so hot.” Richie said in a breathless voice.

Rosie felt eyes burning in her back as she finished explaining to her father why she can bike herself back to their house and that she does not need to be escorted. Sheriff Garrett turned around to say something to his deputy. Rosie turned around and saw Richie staring at her with wide eyes. She waved at him and Richie’s mouth dropped open. The wave turned into Rosie’s middle finger waving at him. Rosie frowned as Richie’s smile turned wide and he waved back at her, with his middle finger.

Rosie rolled her eyes and turned back to her father. She said her goodbyes and got on her bike. She started peddling towards her house.

Rosie was halfway towards her house when she turned on Neibolt street. She did not like this street, at all, but it was a shortcut to her house. The house at the end of the street always creeped her out. As Rosie peddled forward, picking up speed, she heard a noise before she went tumbling down.

“Ahhh.” Rosie yelled as she scrapped her knees and hands. She got up on her knees and dusted off her hands and knees and checked the damage that was done.

Rosie looked around and saw she was right in front of the run down house. From where she was kneeling, Rosie could see the door was open. As Rosie kept staring at the front door, she saw a silhouette pass through inside the house.

A chill went down Rosie’s spine and her eyes widened. She got on her feet when her eyes caught a red balloon floating by. No matter how much Rosie tried, she could not look away. Her eyes followed the balloon until a pointed branch of a tree popped it.

Rosie stood still for the next couple of seconds, listening intently, for any indication that someone was here. When she heard and saw nothing, Rosie took one step towards her strewn bike, but saw something that stopped her in her tracks.

It was her mother, Lillian Hawthorne.

Lillian looked the same as she did this morning. She was wearing the same clothes, her hair was styled in the same way, and she had the same look in her eyes she did everything she went to work.

Except she was pale. So pale that Rosie thought all the blood had left her mothers body. And there was blood on her clothes. So much blood everywhere. Lillian was holding a red balloon, which said I <3 Derry.

Rosie’s mother was standing still, not moving an inch. Her dark eyes staring at her daughter with such hate Rosie thought she would burst into flames right then and there. Rosie kept staring at her mother, confused.

“Mom?” Rosie whispered. “W-what – what are y—”

“Rosie,” Lillian said but her voice was different. “My sweet, sweet Rosie. I have done so much for you. I sacrificed so much for you. But you – you did not care. You took everything and threw it away.”

“What? Mom, what are you talking about?” Rosie took a couple steps towards her mother. Her eyes wide and her stretched out towards her mother.

“You are a disappointment, Rosaline. A disappointment. I am ashamed of you.”

“What? No! I-I did everything you said. I have, I have been the perfect daughter.” Rosie said as tears welled up in her eyes. “Why would you say that, mom? Why?”

“Because I never wanted you. I wanted a son. Who would make me proud. Instead, I got a daughter who has done nothing but bring shame to me.”

“No, mom, no. I--,” Rosie choked up as she tried to reason with her mother. She was good, Rosie wanted to tell her mother. She may not be perfect, but she tried. But the words would not come out.

“But you can make me proud, Rosie. Yes, you can.” Lillian nodded her head very slowly. “You just need to follow what I say, and you will make me proud.”

“What?” Rosie whispered.

“You need to float.” Lillian smiled. It was not the smile Rosie had seen her mother give her, no. It was a smile of a cruel person. “I floated. Your father did too. And now, its your turn, Rosie. You need to float so we can be together, forever.”

Lillian’s eyes turned red before blood came out. Slowly, blood started coming from everywhere, her nose, ears, eyes, mouth. It was coming out from everything.

Rosie started sobbing hysterically as she watched her mother bleed out. She screamed as her mother burst into little droplets of blood. Rosie put her arms in front of her to protect herself. She shut her eyes tightly and whispered to herself:

“This is not real. No. No, no, no. This can’t be real.”

Rosie stayed silent, not moving one bone in her body. Until eventually, she opened her eyes and put her hands down. Her mother was not where she was standing seconds before. No one and nothing were there.

As Rosie turned towards her bike, her eyes found someone standing not far from her. The person was wearing a very dirtied white outfit with red in places. The person was holding a red balloon in front of their face.

Rosie took a shaky breath as the person giggled and removed the balloon from their face. She could not believe what she was looking at. Normally, a clown would not be able to scare Rosie, no. But this clown, this clown was the most terrifying one she had ever seen.

“Hiya, Rosie.” The clown smiled, revealing its sharp teeth. Rosie sucked in a breath as a cold chill ran through her body. “Would you like a balloon? I bet you would. Come float with us. Wouldn’t you like to float with us?” The clown revealed its razor sharp teeth and Rosie let out an ear-piercing scream.

Rosie scrambled backwards and tried to put as much distance between herself and the demonic clown as the clown charged towards. She let out another scream and placed her hands over her eyes. When nothing happened for the next couple of seconds, she opened her eyes and found that nothing and no one was there.

Rosie immediately stood up and grabbed her bike. As she was peddling back to her house, Rosie wondered what that thing was. But the only thing she wanted to do was forget about it, except her mind would not let her.

Rosie knew that moment, this will not be a normal summer.

[ulkaralakbarova]

Tess McGill is an ambitious secretary with a unique approach for climbing the ladder to success. When her classy, but villainous boss breaks a leg skiing, Tess takes over her office, her apartment and even her wardrobe. She creates a deal with a handsome investment banker that will either take her to the top, or finish her off for good. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Tess McGill: Melanie Griffith Jack Trainer: Harrison Ford Katharine Parker: Sigourney Weaver Mick Dugan: Alec Baldwin Cyn: Joan Cusack Oren Trask: Philip Bosco Ginny: Nora Dunn Lutz: Oliver Platt Turkel: James Lally Bob Speck: Kevin Spacey Armbriester: Robert Easton Personnel Director: Olympia Dukakis Alice Baxter: Amy Aquino Tim Rourke: Jeffrey Nordling Doreen DiMucci: Elizabeth Whitcraft Tess’s Birthday Party Friend: Maggie Wagner Tess’s Birthday Party Friend: Lou DiMaggio Tess’s Birthday Party Friend: David Duchovny Tess’s Birthday Party Friend: Georgienne Millen Petty Marsh Secretary: Caroline Aaron Petty Marsh Secretary: Nancy Giles Petty Marsh Secretary: Judy Milstein Petty Marsh Secretary: Nicole Chevance Petty Marsh Secretary: Kathleen Gray Petty Marsh Secretary: Jane B. Harris Petty Marsh Secretary: Sondra Hollander Petty Marsh Secretary: Samantha Shane Petty Marsh Secretary: Julia Silverman Jr. Executive: Jim Babchak Jim: Zach Grenier Dewey Stone Reception Guest: Ralph Byers Dewey Stone Reception Guest: Leslie Ayvazian Cab Driver: Steve Cody Dewey Stone Receptionist: Paige Matthews John Romano: Lee Dalton Phyllis Trask: Barbara Garrick Barbara Trask: Madolin B. Archer Hostess at Wedding: Etain O’Malley Bridesmaid: Ricki Lake Bitsy: Marceline Hugot Bridegroom: Tom Rooney Trask Wedding Orchestra: Peter Duchin Trask Secretary: Maeve McGuire Tim Draper: Timothy Carhart TV Weatherman: Lloyd Lindsay Young Bartender: F.X. Vitolo Clerk at Dry Cleaner’s: Lily Froehlich Heliport Attendant: Michael Haley Helicopter Pilot: Mario T. DeFelice Jr. Helicopter Pilot: Anthony Mancini Jr. Trask Receptionist: Suzanne Shepherd Rhumba Guy (uncredited): Matthew Bennett Staten Island Secretary (uncredited): Trish Cook Pretty Brunette Office Girl (uncredited): Priscilla Cory Cyn’s Aunt (uncredited): Marilyn Dobrin Trask Executive (uncredited): Kevin Fennessy Receptionist (uncredited): Anita Finlay Office Worker (uncredited): Tom Sean Foley Staten Island Ferry Commutor (uncredited): George Gerard Secretary (uncredited): Dhonna Harris Goodale Young Businessman (uncredited): Daniel Henning Office Party-Goer (uncredited): Eric Kramer Secretary (uncredited): Elisa London Secretary (uncredited): Karen Starr Petty Marshall Secretary (uncredited): Alison Wachtler Film Crew: Director of Photography: Michael Ballhaus Editor: Sam O’Steen Screenplay: Kevin Wade Costume Design: Ann Roth Makeup Artist: Joseph A. Campayno Makeup Artist: J. Roy Helland Art Direction: Doug Kraner Director: Mike Nichols Unit Production Manager: Robert Greenhut Set Decoration: George DeTitta Jr. Casting: Juliet Taylor Executive Producer: Laurence Mark Producer: Douglas Wick Hairstylist: Alan D’Angerio Gaffer: John W. DeBlau Production Design: Patrizia von Brandenstein Location Manager: Richard Baratta Supervising Sound Editor: Stan Bochner Transportation Captain: Tom O’Donnell Jr. First Assistant Camera: Florian Ballhaus Production Supervisor: Todd Arnow Boom Operator: Linda Murphy Still Photographer: Andrew D. Schwartz Assistant Costume Designer: Gary Jones Camera Operator: David M. Dunlap Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Lee Dichter Art Department Coordinator: Samara Schaffer Transportation Co-Captain: Louis Volpe Script Supervisor: Mary Bailey Assistant Art Director: Tim Galvin Production Coordinator: Ingrid Johanson Production Sound Mixer: Les Lazarowitz Music Editor: Patrick Mullins Sound Editor: Marshall Grupp ADR Editor: Michael Jacobi Property Master: James Mazzola Cableman: Mike Bedard First Assistant Director: Michael Haley Stunt Double: Vic Armstrong Original Music Composer: Carly Simon Stunt Coordinator: Jim Dunn Stunt Coordinator: Frank Ferrara Stunts: Phil Neilson Stunts: ...

[201kl5-dead]

IT / STRANGER THINGS RP, THE DERRY MURDERER

PLOT

It's October 2018 in the small town of Derry, Maine. Children run around the town, all prematurely dressed up in their halloween costumes and making up games to play in them. There's a new game every day, but every week there's less and less kids to play. Parents are getting worried, ensuring their kids come home right after school until there are less and less children spending time outside. Though there are, of course, the more neglectful parents who let their kids play out late, a move they will forever regret when they never come home. Age up to high school, teenagers are preparing for Halloween and the festivities to come. Some are more fearful than others, seeing as whatever is making these kids go missing doesn't seem to mind taking teens as well, according to the news. However, most of them are more foolish, as most teenagers tend to be, and think they're invincible. They play truth or dare, daring their friends to go out in the woods, then pretending they had nothing to do with it when they don't come back. When kids are starting to run slim and teenagers are still in abundance, they start to disappear even more. A group of misfit teens decide to band together, hoping there would be strength in numbers. Nobody is to go anywhere alone, unless they are in their own vehicle. Even so, they must text the others to let them know they got home safe. Everything seems to be going smoothly, until the fateful Halloween night. There's a big party planned in, you guessed it, the woods. Most teens are planning to go, get drunk, hook up, try not to get killed, the usual. Will their efforts be enough, or will they, along with countless others, remain lost forever?

ABOUT THE RP

Basically a who dun it rp, someone is going round killing people and you all have to figure out who it is before you die (spoopy, right?) (If you’re interested in being the killer let a mod know when u join)

RULES

no godmodding unless the person gives you permission to do stuff with their character no telling a person how to play their character answers must be at least 5 lines on laptop or 7 on mobile OCs may be allowed, at mod discretion (but like,,, don’t get ur hopes up probably?) You may kill of your character but it would be best to discuss it with mods first Relationships are fine but also it’s not the focus of this rp

MASTERLIST

Bill Denbrough Beverly Marsh Ben Hanscom Mike Hanlon Eddie Kasbrak Richie Tozier Stanley Uris Mike Wheeler Will Byers Lucas Sinclair Dustin Henderson Max Mayfield Jane/Eleven Nancy Wheeler Steve Harrington Jonathan Byers Billy Hargrove Henry Bowers Vic Criss (reserved for 24 hours) Belch Higgins Patrick Hockstetter Peter Gordon Moose Sadler Gard Jagermeyer

HOW TO JOIN (submit this form to me or reply to this post if you don’t mind it being public) :

Name: Age: How best to contact u (if not Tumblr): Character: (a second character you could fill out an application for if you don’t get accepted with your main one): Age (kids should be 16 or 17 and teens 17-19): Headcannons (5 or more please): Short writing excerpt w/ speech:

[eleventhdoctorsangel]

You can't wake up this is not a dream

Summary: The Winchester siblings have always relied on each others for years. But has the years passed they made a small family. Years and years of fighting monster have brought them to the town of Derry. With fight a creature that is not of this world have to the Winchester finally met their match?

"So has anything else strange happened besides children going missing?" I asked. "Well something strange happened like 20 miles away a few months ago." Stan said. "How strange?" I asked. "Are you sure you wanna know it's super strange." Eddie said. "Trust me I've probably stranger." I said. "You probably never heard of the Creed family have you?" Stan asked. I shook my head. "Well moved to Ludlow during last summer. The road they lived on was rather dangerous. Semi trucks would have go though at all hours. Everything seem ok up until Thanksgiving." Stan said. "Well what happened at Thanksgiving?" I asked. "Well Mrs. Creed and the two kids were away apparently visiting her parents in Boston while Mr. Creed was at home when their neighbor called. The daughters cat was hit and killed by a semi." Eddie said. "Poor thing. But I have a feeling that this is about to go south fast." I said. "Mr. Creed and their neighbor went to bury the cat but the cat came back to life." Stan said. "Well maybe it wasn't really dead." I said. Both Stan and Eddie shook their head. "No the cat was dead. He didn't come back the same it was meanie. Apparently they buried in some curse Indian burial grounds." Stan said. "How cursed?" I asked. "Apparently the Indians cursed some sorta of creature to forever roam the grounds." Eddie said. "The story if the creed family gets worse." Stan said. "How worse?" I asked. "Well they were celebrating their daughter's ninth birthday when a game of hide and seek went horribly wrong. Semi truck crash and the load it was carrying became unhinged. It hit the girl killing her." Stan said. My hand covered my mouth in shock as tears formed in my eyes. "Oh my god." I said wiping a tear that fell. "Mrs. Creed took the son to her parents while Mr. Creed took care of things at home. He went to cemetery and unburied his daughter." Stan said. "He buried her in the burial ground didn't he?" I asked. "Yes." Stan said as the bell rang. "Who do you have next?" Eddie asked. I took the piece of paper out of my bag. "Um Mr. Andrews." I said. "I have him with bill. I'll show you." Stan said. "Thanks. You don't mind finish telling me about the creeds do you?" I said. "No problem." Stan said. I smiled. The three of us left the class and I followed stan to our next class. "How often do you get to be around kids your age?" Stan asked. "What do you mean." I said. "Well it kind seems like to me that you don't hang around kids your age very often." Stan said. "You're an observant person stan. Yeah you're right I don't get to spend alot of time with kids my age." I said. "Why? If you don't mind if I ask." Stan said. "No it's ok. It's just my brothers line of work doesn't really give much if a social life outside of it. I do mostly all of my schooling online." I said. Stan gave me a sad look as we walked in the classroom. Stan walked over to a kid that was already sitting in the back of the classroom. "H-hhh-hee hey st-sst- stan who's ttt-thhii- this?" The boy asked. "You must be bill. I'm y/n Wichester. I'm the girl who hit Patrick Hockstetter." I said. "Yyy- you ddii- did?" Bill asked. "Yes I did. He grabbed my ass so I punched him." I said as noticed Patrick walk into the classroom room. "Y/n." Stan said nudging me. "It's ok stan I'm not afraid of him and you guys shouldn't be either. Do you mind finish telling me about the Creed family?" I asked. "W-wwww- why AAA-aarr- are you teee- telling about them?" Bill asked. "I asked him and Eddie if anything else strange had happened." I said. "Well he did bury her in the burial grounds. She came back. But like the cat she didn't come back the same. Mrs. Creed came back with the son and saw what Mr. Creed did and tried to leave but the daughter killed her. Then she killed Mr. Creed. Apparently the daughter buried them in the burial grounds too." Stan said. "What happened to the little boy?" I asked. "No one knows." Stan said. "Eddie mentioned a creature roams the burial grounds. What creature?" I asked. "A wendigo." Stan said. I felt the breath leave my body. "Are you sure? You sure it's a wendigo." I said. Both Bill and Stan nodded. "Why do you seem unfazed?" Stan asked. "I mean wendigos don't exist right." I said pulling out my phone sending a text to dean saying I need the keys to the impala I can get my laptop. Of course he sent a text back asking why. I sent one back saying I'll explain later. "Y/n?" Stan said. I broke out of my train of thought. "Sorry what?" I asked. "You seem deep in thought." Stan said. "Sorry my oldest brother wanted to know how I was doing." I said. "It was kinda weird timing with the whole wendigo thing." Stan said. "Yeah weird timing." I said laughing alittle. I would need to send a text or try to call Crowley. “I’ll be right back.” I said to Bill and Stan walking up to the teacher. “May I use the restroom?” I asked Mr. Andrews who gave me a nod. I left the room and rushed to the nearest girls room to call Crowley. 

Once I entered the restroom I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and called Crowley. “Yes my favorite chipmunk?” Crowley said. “Hey I was wondering if you could release one of my hounds in about an hour or so?” I asked. “Why?” Crowley asked. “Well Sam, Dean and I are working a case here in Manie and of course they sent me to the local high school to get more info on the case. This kid grabbed my ass so I punched him giving him a bloody nose. I going to get my laptop from the impala during lunch and I don’t want him or his friends to get me.” I said. “Consider it done.” Crowley said. “Thanks uncle Crowley. I’ll send you a text right before.” I said. “Think nothing of it my favorite chipmunk. You going to need all the protection dealing with those idiot brothers of yours.” Crowley said. “Love you two.” I said. “If those boys give you more trouble give me a call. Love you more chipmunk.” Crowley said. I hung up on Crowley and left the restroom as I bumped into Dean. “How come your not in class?” Dean asked. “Relax I just call Crowley asking him to release one of my hounds at lunch when I go get my laptop from the impala.” I said. “Why do you need one of them?” Dean asked. “Incase that creep or his friends try to do anything else.” I said. “Guess I should give you the keys now. What did you find out about the case?” Dean said as he handed me the keys. “It’s about a possible wendigo case in Ludlow.” I said as I took the keys. “A wendigo.” Dean said. “From the story I was told it doesn’t sound like a normal wendigo case to me.” I said. “Well fill me and Sammy in later if it is a wenigo lets call Cas and maybe Crowley to help us out. Now get back to class.” Dean said. I nodded putting the keys in my pocket and walked back to class. I just needed to get through one more class before lunch. Which was Social Studies. Thankfully Stan showed me where it was. I sat alone in the back till a girl with long ginger hair sat down besides me. “Are you the girl who punched Patrick Hockstetter?” She asked as she sat down in the desk next to mine. “I am.” I said. “Most people don’t think you exist.” She said. I let out a laugh. “Of course they don’t. Y/n Winchester.” I said as I held out my hand. “Beverley Marsh but you can call me Bev if you want.” Bev said shaking my hand. “Ok then Bev it is then.” I said. “So why are you in school for three days?” Bev asked. “My Brothers are idiots.” I said. Which made Bev laugh. We spent the rest of the hour talking then finally the bell rang for lunch. “You hungry?” Bev asked. “Not really my uncle wanted me to call him during lunch.” I said lying. Bev nodded. “I’ll see you in a bit.” I said pulling out my phone and sent Crowley a text as I made my way outside to the impala. 

When I walked outside I say that Amelia was right outside the door disguised as a Doberman. “Hey girl. You ready to protect mama.” I said as I kneeled down to pet her. She licked my face. “Come on girl.” I said getting back up and started to walked to the impala that was parked a crossed the street. I pulled the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the diver side door and then unlocked the doors. I opened the backdoor on the driver side. Before I grabbed my laptop I looked around to make sure none of the bowers gang decide to surprise attack me. Amelia was sitting in front of me watching guard. I grabbed my laptop from under the backseat and I grabbed a piece of beefy jerky giving it to Amelia. “Good girl.” I said as I scratched her ears. “Excuse me young lady what you doing?” A voice said causing me to jump. I looked and saw a cop. Amelia started to bark. “Amelia hush.” I said. “What are you doing outside of the school dear?” the cop asked as he stepped closer to me. “I was just getting my laptop out of my brothers car.” I said as I stepped back not feeling comfortable. I looked at his name tag and saw the name bowers. I’m guessing this was Henry’s dad. But as I stepped away from him he stepped closer to me causing Amelia to growl. “I’m sorry sir I have to get back to my brother.” I said. He grabbed a piece of my hair and moved it exposing my tattoo. “That’s an interesting tattoo.” Officer Bowers said. “Thank you sir. Now I really have to go. Come Amelia.” I said grabbing Amelia's collar walking away from officer bowers. But he grabbed my arm. “How old are you?” Office Bowers asked. “Let me go?” I said as Amelia transform into her hellhound form making officer bowers let me go and I ran back into the school breathing heavily.

Supernatural taglist: @darkqueennox

Overall taglist: @the-broken-halo-writer

[reddieao3feed]

If You Can’t Beat Them

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XkuTTe

by buckys_bitch

"no homo but I like boys"

"that's literally the definition of homo"

Words: 285, Chapters: 1/50, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Stanley Uris

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon/Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh

Additional Tags: Patrick Hockstetter-mentioned, Richie’s backstory w Patrick is canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, can anyone stand another texting fic?, Alternate Universe - High School, mike isn’t ace y’all just don’t wanna admit he’s poly and/or got a partner

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2XkuTTe

[audikatia]

Considering my goal this year was 50 books, not too shabby! My full list (and my ratings) is under the read more for anyone interested.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling *****

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling *****

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling *****

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling *****

Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix by J. K. Rowling *****

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J. K. Rowling *****

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J. K. Rowling *****

Sleep Demons: An Insomniac’s Memoir by Bill Hayes ****

The Witchfinder’s Sister by Beth Underdown ***

The American Plague: The Untold Story of Yellow Fever, The Epidemic That Shaped Our History by Molly Caldwell Crosby ****

The Strange Case of the Broad Street Pump: John Snow and the Mystery of Cholera by Sandra Hempel **

Dread: How Fear and Fantasy Have Fueled Epidemics from the Black Death to Avian Flu by Philip Alcabes *****

Do No Harm: Stories of Life, Death, and Brain Surgery by Henry Marsh ***

The Matter of the Heart: a History or the Heart in Eleven Operations by Thomas Morris ***

The Chick and the Dead: Life and Death Behind Mortuary Doors by Carla Valentine ****

Pulse by Michael Harvey **

The Sleep Solution: Why Your Sleep is Broken and How to Fix It by Dr. W. Chris Winter *****

The Mourner’s Dance: What We Do When People Die by Katherine Ashenburg ***

Pantomime by Laura Lam ****

Shadowplay by Laura Lam ****

Undead Girl Gang by Lily Anderson ****

Weirdo by Cathi Unsworth ***

I’ll be Gone in the Dark: One Woman’s Obsessive Search for the Golden State Killer by Michelle McNamera ****

The Poisoner’s Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York by Deborah Blum ****

Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954: Pain and Passion by Andrea Kettenmann ****

The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin **

The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert ****

Garden Spells by Sarah Addison Allen **

Uprooted by Naomi Novik (recommended by Genevieve Senechal) **

The Dreamers by Karen Thompson Walker ***

Why Are All the Black Kids Sitting Together In the Cafeteria?: and Other Conversations About Race by Beverly Daniel Tatum ****

The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur *****

Why Men Love Bitches: From Doormat to Dreamgirl - A Woman’s Guide to Holding Her Own in a Relationships by Sherry Argov  (recommended by Arielle Ridolfino) ***

The Elizas by Sara Shepard ***

Pretty Little Liars by Sara Shepard ***

Veronica Mars: The Thousand Dollar Tan Line by Rob Thomas *****

Veronica Mars: Mr. Kiss and Tell by Rob Thomas *****

The Monster of Florence by Douglas Preston ***

Haunting the Deep by Adriana Mather ***

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black ****

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini ****

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs ***

The Indifferent Stars Above by Daniel James Brown ****

The Coldest Girl in Coldtown by Holly Black ***

The Vegetarian by Han Kang ***

Gentlemen and Players by Joanne Harris (recommended by Eileen Streeter) ****

The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz ***

Curse of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz ***

Revenge of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz ***

The Spellmans Strike Again by Lisa Lutz ***

Trial of the Spellmans by Lisa Lutz ***

The Last Word: A Spellman Novel by Lisa Lutz ***

The Passenger by Lisa Lutz ***

The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher: A Shocking Murder and the Undoing of a Great Victorian Detective by Kate Summerscale ***

The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains by Neil Gaiman ****

The Murder Business: High Profile Crimes and the Corruption of Justice by Mark Fuhrman **

I Contain Multitudes by Ed Yong (Lauren Duguid) ****

Someday, Someday, Maybe by Lauren Graham ***

Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan ***

The Trouble with Goats and Sheep by Joanna Cannon **

The Winter Sister by Megan Collins **

Hidden Figures by Margot Lee Shetterly ****

The Kite Runner by Khalid Hosseini (recommended by Joseph Guillen) ****

Hollow City by Ransom Riggs **

Talking as Fast as I Can by Lauren Graham ****

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins ***

Bossypants by Tina Fey ****

White Trash: The 400-Year Untold History of Class in American by Nancy Isenberg ****

One of Us is Lying by Karen M. McManus ****

The Poison Squad: One Chemist’s Single-Minded Crusade for Food Safety at the Turn of the Twentieth Century by Deborah Blum *****

Furious Hours: Murder, Fraud, and the Last Trial of Harper Lee by Casey Cep  *****

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston *****

An Absolutely Remarkable Thing by Hank Green ***

The Shining Girls by Lauren Beukes ****

The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty (recommended by Rachel Dunn) *

The Radium Girls: The Dark Story of America’s Shining Women by Kate Moore *****

Two Can Keep a Secret by Karen M. McManus ****

The Care and Feeding of Ravenously Hungry Girls by Anissa Gray ****

The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson ****

The Mermaid by Christina Henry ****

Fruits Basket, Vol 1 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 2 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 3 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 4 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 5 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 6 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 7 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 8 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 9 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 10 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 11 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 12 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 13 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 14 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 15 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 16 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 17 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 18 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 19 by Natsuki Takaya *****

Fruits Basket, Vol 20 by Natsuki Takaya *****

The 5 Love Languages by Gary Chapman (recommended by Julia Stenard) *

Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman *****

Teen Titans: Raven by Kami Garcia *****

The Infinite Noise by Lauren Shippen ****

Turtles All the Way Down by John Green **

Yes Please by Amy Poehler ***

Say Nothing: a True Story of Murder and Memory in Northern Ireland by Patrick Radden Keefe *****

The Last Lone Inventor: A Tale of Genius, Deceit, and the Birth of Television by Evan L. Schwartz ***

Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris ***

You by Caroline Kepnes ****

The Swallows by Lisa Lutz ***

The Silent Patient by Alexander Michaealides ***

Magpie Murders by Anthony Horowitz ****

The Word is Murder by Anthony Horowitz ***

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers (recommended by Sarah Mullersman) *****

She Lies in Wait by Gytha Lodge ***

Call Down the Hawk by Maggie Stiefvater *****

Bright Earth: Art and the Invention of Color by Philip Ball **

The Murder of the Century: The Gilded Age Crime that Scandalized a City and Sparked the Tabloid Wars by Paul Collins **

The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton ****

The Whisper Man by Alex North *****

The Hiding Place by C. J. Tudor *****

Unsub by Meg Gardiner *****

Into the Black Nowhere by Meg Gardiner ****

Noir by Christopher Moore ***

Death Prefers Blondes by Caleb Roehrig ****

The Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith/J. K. Rowling (recommended by Caitlin Markey) ***

The Hunger by Alma Katsu ***

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert (recommended by Kiersten Spence) ****

As Bright as Heaven by Susan Meissner ***

1Q84 by Haruki Murakami (recommended by Sheyla Ruiz) ****

The Pursuit of Miss Heartbreak Hotel by Moe Bonneau ***

The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum ****

My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite ****

The Silkworm by Robert Galbraith/J. K. Rowling ****

Career of Evil by Robert Galbraith/J. K. Rowling ***

[billyboisfangirlarmy]

The Bowers Girl

Patrick x Bowers!Sister!Reader

(Y/n) is the sweet sis of Henry Bowers. But what happens what she becomes infatuated with the Phycho of Derry?

This is a series!!

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(Y/n) POV:

I swept my bag over my shoulder and hurried out of the car quickly. The car filled with the best trash Derry could form together. The four boys I hate to even call acquaintances, and even worse one of them is blood related. Henry is my big brother by one year. He’s different to say the least. Growing up with him is difficult. It has been ever since mom left and dad started drinking a whole lot more than he should. He hurt Henry on a regular basis. He’s never been physically abusive to me, but it doesn’t mean he isn’t abusive at all. He plays mind games with me. He’ll manipulate me into doing the things he finds fit and then brushes me away as if his daughter means nothing to him. Which it doesn’t.

Victor is nice, quite, and he can be a little annoying, but one of the better out of the four. Belch is the nicest one. He’s like the big teddy bear who would protect me if I ever got into trouble, but it still doesn’t change the fact of what he does is wrong.

Then lastly comes Patrick. He’s dangerous to say the very least. He’s always avoided me. Well physical contact at least. He’ll speak to me briefly, but once when my fingertips brushed over his knee as I was getting into the car, he freaked out. Viciously rubbing away anything I would’ve left behind. Ever since the slight brush of contact he does his very best to avoid touching me.

I look over my shoulder seeing my brother hop out trying to look like a hardass. I roll my eyes turning back to the front and going inside the building. I waste no time going to my class and seeing my friends all piled up in their seats. I walk over setting my bag on the floor and taking my seat next to Richie Tozier. “Hello, hello, hello beauty. Where’s your beast? I’ll fill the spot if it’s empty!” He speaks in an accent and leans on me. I push him off laughing. “Empty and it’s staying empty.” “Y-Yeah. Can you even think of what would happen if B-Bowers found out you w-w-were with anyone?” Bill says knowing my brother would beat any boy to a bloody pulp for treating me with any more than friendly eyes.

“You should come to the quarry with us today (Y/n)!” I roll my eyes at the comment. “I’ve been trying to go with you guys for the past year. I don’t think it’s going to happen.” Bill huffs and goes to sit in his seat. I feel really bad for blowing them off so many times, but it’s not like I can say I’m going out with the group my brother hates. He’d surely kill me!

Class goes on as usual, right up until Patrick strolls in late. “Ah Mr. Hockstetter. 30 minutes late. A new record, even on the last day of class. Please take your seat.” The teacher says to him, not asking for a hall pass because it would be pointless. He looks at me and sits down beside me where he was placed.

I feel his dark eyes drifting over my body. The slight sting of the pupils causing beads of sweat to magically appear. I turn to my right to see him staring at me. “What is it?” He smirks seeing my noticeable nervousness. “We’re all going camping tonight. So Henry said you’d want to stay somewhere else. Or you could go with us, but that’s not happening.” I look at him bewildered. “And why not? I can go if I want.” Patrick rolls his eyes and laughs mumbling something I cannot make out.

I turn to Bill to my left and wink at him. He smiles knowing I’ll be sneaking out after school to see my friends.

The day continues on normally up until I prance outside to see the thunderbird pulling away. “Wait! Henry! What the fuck!” I catch Belch’s attention and he looks confused as ever. Henry points forward, but Belch declines. “Henry what the hell? Are you trying to leave me stranded?” He looks at me with blank eyes. “Think twice before talking with those losers. You can walk home.” Belch looks at me apologetically and slowly pulls off at Henry’s orders.

I walk over to Stan who is walking alongside the other boys. “Hey there guys.” they all turn to me in shock. “Whoa! (y/n) Bowers actually going to have some fun for a change?” “Shut up Richie!” “We’re all really glad you’re here (y/n). You can meet Ben!” Eddie says as he motions to a little fat boy.

I smile and stick my hand out for him. “Hi, my name’s (y/n) Bowers.” At the mention of my last name he backs away slowly. “S-she wont hu-urt us Ben. She’s the n-nice one.” Ben physically lets down his brick wall and shakes my hand. “I’m sorry. Henry just really scares me. I had a run in with him last week.” Ben pulls up his shirt allowing me to view the H carved into his skin. The wound scabby and red. My eyes stare longer than they should.

I look up to meet Ben’s eyes with mine full of sorrow. “I’m so sorry Ben. I do know he did get punished for losing his knife. I guess this was around the same time. I wish I could’ve stopped him.” Ben shrugs pulling his shirt down. “It’s fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m just glad there’s a Bowers out here who doesn’t hate us.” We all laugh at Ben’s sad by truthful statement.

As we make our way to the Quarry an omnibus feeling consumes me. I look down at the storm drain as we pass and for a second I think I see something or maybe even someone, but when I look closer nothing is there. Damn mind tricks.

I look over the edge at the quarry and feel myself sink with fear. “Who wants to go first?” Richie asks looking over as well. I back up letting the boys handle it. “Are you not going to jump in (Y/N)?” Stan asks looking over at me. “Um, I think I’ll just sit up here and tan. I need it anyway and-” “I’ll go!” another voice rips through the statement I was making. I turn to see a girl with short red hair and a pretty smile. She strips of her dress and runs off the edge without thought.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Richie screams as he watches her plummet into the water. “We just got shown up by a girl!” I smirk and whip my dress over my head as well. “Make that two girls!” I laugh as I jump off the edge and into the water.

Once I resurface I face the girl. “Hi.” She laughs. “Hey.” “Nice way to meet, I’m (Y/n) by the way.” “Beverly Marsh.” She smiles sweetly. Beverly Marsh. I’ve heard that name before. She’s the young girl every other girl calls the school slut. Especially Getta. But by the looks of it she’s no more than an average girl. A girl like me.

The boys jump in with the help of Richie. Each of them screaming as they make their way down. We spend the day just laughing and spending time with each other. Enjoying the company of the lovely bond we all hold.

We all sit upon the top of the rocks just enjoying the sun. “Schools out for summer!” Richie screams in an accent munching on some snack from Ben’s bag. He pulls out a folder opening it. “What’s with the history project?” I sit up and move to view the folder. “Oh well, when I first moved here, I really didn't have anyone to hang out with so I just started spending time in the library.” “You went to the library? On purpose?” Richie asks in shock. I look over the words spalling the paper. “What's the Black Spot?” “The Black Spot was a nightclub that was burned down years ago by that racist cult.” I explain knowing my brothers horrible agreement with the action. “The what?” “Don't you watch Geraldo?”

“Why's it all murders and missing kids?” I ask looking at the many article of the new prints. “Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once… it turns out people die or disappear six times the national average.” I look over feeling the chills reach the back of my neck.

“Not just grown-ups. Kids are like worse way, way worse. I've got more stuff, if you want to see it.”

---

We all walk up the stairs to Ben’s room. Have to say I’m a little excited! This is the first time in a long time I’ve been able to see and hang out with my friends. Ben opens his door revealing the wall full of posted new prints of Derry. “Woah, woah, woah, wow!” Richie says looking around. “Cool, huh?” Ben asks smiling. “No, nothing cool. There's nothing cool. Well this is cool, wait, no it's not.” Richie says viewing more things around the room. I elbow him sharply. “Beep Beep Richie.”

“What's that?” I ask looking at a long page on the wall. “That? That's the charter for Derry Township.”

“Nerd alert.” I turn to Richie with threatening eyes. “Do I have to hit you again?” Richie slide away from me with his hands up in surrender.

“Actually, it's really interesting. Derry started as a beaver trapping camp. Ninety-one people signed

the charter that made Derry, But later that winter, they all disappeared without a trace.” Ben explains bringing the chills up my spine.

“The entire camp?” “There were rumors of Indians...but no sign of an attack. Everyone thought it was

a plague or something. But it's like… one day everybody just woke up and left. The only clue was a trail of clothes leading to the well-house.” my eyes scan over the drawn page upon the wall when everyone signed the charter. It looks just the same as any other, everything is similar besides one person. One person in the corner with a menacing smile and a large head, and a evil set of eyes. The more I stare at it the creepier it gets. I could’ve sworn I saw it move.

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[mairibarra]

BLOOD IN THE WATER

summary: “I think we’re all going to have do some pretty terrible things,” Eddie said quietly. His hand came to wrap in Richie’s shirt, trying to burn out the violent grip of his father’s from earlier. “None of us have a choice in anything anymore. Whatever happened at Greta’s tonight-“ Eddie’s voice broke and he felt Richie press a kiss into his hair. “There isn’t a good and a bad anymore. There’s just die or don’t.”

[or: after the gruesome murder of his younger brother, Bill Denbrough is determined to bring about the end of the string of crimes in Derry no matter the cost. As stories unwind and fall apart, there’s only more questions as everybody’s lives hang in the balance.]

chapter count: 19/21

chapter warnings: graphic depictions of violence, mentions of past character death, mentions of past sexual abuse, major character death….?

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The silence in the room made Stanley Uris want to throw up. Eddie Kaspbrak was lowering the phone, stepping forward to place in on the table in the middle of the room and gripping at the wood. Ben Hanscom had an arm around Aurora Morgans, and Mike Hanlon was still holding onto the distressed Patty Blum. Stan stuck his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and exhaled hard. The sound of the firing gun rattled inside his head. 

“Okay.”

“Let’s go,” Eddie pushed back from the table, body shaking. Every eye in the room turned to him, and Stan thought as he looked at Eddie that he’d never seen his person before in his life. “Don’t fucking look at me like that. You heard what happened. I’m not going to stand here and do nothing about it!”

“Eddie, Richie said-“ Aurora said slowly, biting at her bottom lip.

“FUCK what Richie said!” Eddie cried, tears dripping from his eyes but not dulling the rage on his face. “He’s probably fucking…” Eddie trailed off as Patty made a small noise of protest. “Whatever. I’m going. We said this ends tonight, and that hasn’t changed! I want this OVER WITH!”

“I’ll go with you,” Mike stepped away from Patty and looked at Eddie unwaveringly. “When the original murders happened, Robert Gray killed most of my family and got away with it because the police department just chalked it up to a hate crime. I won’t let a whoever’s doing this now get away with a single crime.”

Eddie’s held eye contact with Mike for a long moment, before nodding shortly. Mike nodded back while Stan reached out and grabbed Patty’s arm. “Go with Mike and Eddie.”

Patty narrowed her eyes. “You know where they are,” she said slowly, through pain and suspicion. “I can see it all over your face. I’m coming with you, Stan.”

“No, please,” Stan said, willing his voice not to break but it doing so anyway. “Patrick could kill you if you go out there-“

“The same goes for you,” Patty argued. “Beverly is out there, Stanley! Richie-“ Patty’s voice cracked and tears welled in her eyes. Stan reached out and cupped her face.

“Exactly.” He said softly. “Bev and Richie are out there. If you’re there, too… I can’t have all the people I love in one place. Please.”

Patty’s eyes danced around Stan’s face before jumping onto her tiptoes and kissing him hard. It was quick kiss, but Stan’s heart lurched in his chest. She pulled away, rubbing angrily at her eyes, and turned away to smile at Eddie and Mike. “I’ll come with you, guys.”

Mike raised his brow but said nothing as Patty moved towards them. Stan sighed and turned towards Ben and Aurora. “Are you guys coming with me, or not?”

Aurora swayed slightly, looking utterly unnerved, but Ben took a step away from her and looked fiercely at Stan. “We’re coming.” Aurora looked startled, but nodding nervously.

“Alright,” Mike clapped his hands once. “Let’s go catch a killer.”

xxx

Bill ran up to Neibolt Street, ignoring the irritating beeping coming from his ankle. He was pretty sure he’d never run this fast or this long before. He supposed he should have been out of breath and in some sort of pain, but as he reached the old Marsh house, he wasn’t slowing down. He took the rickety front steps two at a time and slammed up against the door with the ripped crime scene tape.

The house smelled as though hundreds of small animals had died there. Cringing, Bill slowed his steps to a small crawl, wondering if he stepped too hard he would fall through the floor. He clenched his fists and muttered under his breath. He thrusts his fists against the post, but he still insists he sees the ghosts.

And oh… Bill Denbrough saw ghosts. He saw yellow sweaters and long, thick braids out of the corners of his eyes everywhere he looked. Heard girlish giggles and the words Georgie had snarked towards him before disappearing into the dark night for the last time.

“He thru-thru-thrusts his fuh-fuh-fist ah-ah- fuck.”

The sound of footsteps coming up behind him made Bill freeze mid-step. Blood running cold, Bill turned slowly. He took in the appearance of the person walking towards him from the shadows and frowned. Unclenched his fists.

“Wuh-w-uh-what are yuh-you doing hu-here?”

xxx

Eddie unlocked the front door and walked into his empty house. It felt maybe a little weird to call it his house now, when he hadn’t been inside for several weeks. Living with his father and Richie had been a surprisingly calming and wonderful experience, but the thought of Richie now turned his stomach contents to cement. He shook it away.

“I just wanted to change out of this suit,” Eddie said, a little dazedly. “The suit is rented and I-“ Eddie shrugged. His ability seemed to put together coherent thoughts seemed to disappearing rapidly by the moment.

Patty and Mike didn’t seem to hold it against him. Patty smiled at him, while Mike moved further into the house, glancing at the photos on the wall. Eddie thanked himself

The silence in the room made Stanley Uris want to throw up. Eddie Kaspbrak was lowering the phone, stepping forward to place in on the table in the middle of the room and gripping at the wood. Ben Hanscom had an arm around Aurora Morgans, and Mike Hanlon was still holding onto the distressed Patty Blum. Stan stuck his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and exhaled hard. The sound of the firing gun rattled inside his head. “Okay.” He said.

“Let’s go,” Eddie pushed back from the table, body shaking. Every eye in the room turned to him, and Stan thought as he looked at Eddie that he’d never seen his person before in his life. “Don’t fucking look at me like that. You heard what happened. I’m not going to stand here and do nothing about it!”

“Eddie, Richie said-“ Aurora said slowly, biting at her bottom lip.

“FUCK what Richie said!” Eddie cried, tears dripping from his eyes but not dulling the rage on his face. “He’s probably fucking…” Eddie trailed off as Patty made a small noise of protest. “Whatever. I’m going. We said this ends tonight, and that hasn’t changed! I want this OVER WITH!”

“I’ll go with you,” Mike stepped away from Patty and looked at Eddie unwaveringly. “When the original murders happened, Robert Gray killed most of my family and got away with it because the police department just chalked it up to a hate crime. I won’t let a whoever’s doing this now get away with a single crime.”

Eddie’s held eye contact with Mike for a long moment, before nodding shortly. Mike nodded back while Stan reached out and grabbed Patty’s arm. “Go with Mike and Eddie.”

Patty narrowed her eyes. “You know where they are,” she said slowly, through pain and suspicion. “I can see it all over your face. I’m coming with you, Stan.”

“No, please,” Stan said, willing his voice not to break but it doing so anyway. “Patrick could kill you if you go out there-“

“The same goes for you,” Patty argued. “Beverly is out there, Stanley! Richie-“ Patty’s voice cracked and tears welled in her eyes. Stan reached out and cupped her face.

“Exactly.” He said softly. “Bev and Richie are out there. If you’re there, too… I can’t have all the people I love in one place. Please.”

Patty’s eyes danced around Stan’s face before jumping onto her tiptoes and kissing him hard. It was quick kiss, but Stan’s heart lurched in his chest. She pulled away, rubbing angrily at her eyes, and turned away to smile at Eddie and Mike. “I’ll come with you, guys.”

Mike raised his brow but said nothing as Patty moved towards them. Stan sighed and turned towards Ben and Aurora. “Are you guys coming with me, or not?”

Aurora swayed slightly, looking utterly unnerved, but Ben took a step away from her and looked fiercely at Stan. “We’re coming.” Aurora looked startled, but nodding nervously.

“Alright,” Mike clapped his hands once. “Let’s go catch a killer.”

xxx

Bill ran up to Neibolt Street, ignoring the irritating beeping coming from his ankle. He was pretty sure he’d never run this fast or this long before. He supposed he should have been out of breath and in some sort of pain, but as he reached the old Marsh house, he wasn’t slowing down. He took the rickety front steps two at a time and slammed up against the door with the ripped crime scene tape.

The house smelled as though hundreds of small animals had died there. Cringing, Bill slowed his steps to a small crawl, wondering if he stepped too hard he would fall through the floor. He clenched his fists and muttered under his breath. He thrusts his fists against the post, but he still insists he sees the ghosts.

And oh… Bill Denbrough saw ghosts. He saw yellow sweaters and long, thick braids out of the corners of his eyes everywhere he looked. Heard girlish giggles and the words Georgie had snarked towards him before disappearing into the dark night for the last time.

“He thru-thru-thrusts his fuh-fuh-fist ah-ah- fuck.”

The sound of footsteps coming up behind him made Bill freeze mid-step. Blood running cold, Bill turned slowly. He took in the appearance of the person walking towards him from the shadows and frowned. Unclenched his fists.

“Wuh-w-uh-what are yuh-you doing hu-here?”

xxx

Eddie unlocked the front door and walked into his empty house. It felt maybe a little weird to call it his house now, when he hadn’t been inside for several weeks. Living with his father and Richie had been a surprisingly calming and wonderful experience, but the thought of Richie now turned his stomach contents to cement. He shook it away.

“I just wanted to change out of this suit,” Eddie said, a little dazedly. “The suit is rented and I-“ Eddie shrugged. His ability seemed to put together coherent thoughts seemed to disappearing rapidly by the moment.

Patty and Mike didn’t seem to hold it against him. Patty smiled at him, while Mike moved further into the house, glancing at the photos on the wall. Eddie thanked whatever God might have existed that his mother didn’t seem to be anywhere around. Rare enough, but he knew that if Sonia Kaspbrak was here then there was no chance of Eddie getting back out of this house tonight. Or literally any time soon because he would’ve been grounded for the rest of his mortal life before “deserting her” as he had by staying with his father.

Mike came to a stop in front of a photo hung up on the wall and narrowed his eyes. He grabbed at it, taking it from the wall and holding it closer to his face. Patty’s phone began to chime in her jacket pocket, and she walked away in the living room to answer it.

“Eddie…” Mike said slowly, looking up at Eddie with scared eyes. “Is… is this your mom?”

Eddie frowned back at him, taking the framed photo from Mike. It was picture Eddie had taken only the year before on his mothers birthday. She was sitting in her big arm chair, as she always was, and her smile didn’t reach her eyes- as it never did. Eddie raised his brow at Mike. “Yeah? Why?”

But Mike was already pacing, scratching at the back of his neck. Eddie’s watched the thoughts traveling through Mike’s eyes, and his heart began to pick of its pace. For the first time in nearly three hours, Richie Tozier was pushed from Eddie Kaspbrak’s thoughts.

“Eddie… I….” Mike cleared his throat before pulling out a crumbled picture from his pocket and shoved it into Eddie’s now shaking hands. “Eddie, is that your mother?”

Eddie blinked down at it, the dress, his father standing in the background and felt as though he could see the entire universe before his very eyes. He looked up at Mike, wide eyed, and whispered out a simple oh god, before turning and running out of his house. Rented suit be damned.

“Eddie, wait!” Mike cried, taking several steps towards the front door himself before Patty came flying back into the entry way and grabbed his arm.

“We can catch up with him later. We know where he’ll end up,” Patty said, breathing heavily. “I need you to drive me somewhere first.”

[edwardgoreyelephanthouse]

The Edward Gorey Personal Library at San Diego State University library comprises 26,000 books collected by Edward St. John Gorey (1924-2000). Over 9,000 catalogued volumes, or 35% of the collection are searchable at the link at the top of this page. If you find a book you would like to examine from this collection, please contact Special Collections and University Archives at askscua@mail.sdsu.edu, or at 619-594-6791 or visit their service desk on the 4th floor of the Library Addition. Books may only be viewed in the Special Collections area. 

The SDSU Library acquired the Edward Gorey Personal Library (EGPL) in 2009.  Edward Gorey collaborated with Professor Emeritus Peter Neumeyer who founded the Children's Literature Program at San Diego State University. In the 1960s and 1970s Neumeyer co-authored books with Gorey, including Why We Have Day and Night (1970),Donald and the... (1969) and Donald Has a Difficulty (1970).  In Neumeyer's groundbreaking 2011 book, Floating Worlds. The Letters of Edward Gorey & Peter F. Neumeyer, Neumeyer shares and annotates letters exchanged by the two men during the years they worked together, and his book includes never before published original envelope art by Gorey.

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Predominant Authors and Artists Collected Jacob Abbott; J.R. Ackerly; Harold Acton; Louisa May Alcott; Hans Christian Andersen; Victor Appleton; Gillian Avery; Helen Bannerman; Djuna Barnes; Nina Bawden; Arnold Bennett;  E.F. Benson; James Blish; Guy Boothby; Lucy M. Boston; Charlotte Bronte; Wilhelm Busch, Randalf Caldecott; Italo Calvino; Lewis Carroll; Willa Cather;  Agatha Christie; Wilkie Collins; Maurice Stewart Collis; Water Crane; Franklin W. Dixon;  Theodore Dreiser; Maria Edgeworth; Juliana Horatia Ewing;  Eleanor Farjeon; J.S. Fletcher; Ronald Fraser; David Garnett; Stella Gibbons; Michael Francis Gilbert;  George Gissing; Rumer Godden; Kenneth Grahame;  Grahame Greene; Donald Hamilton; Patrick Hamilton;  L.P. Hartley; Herge; Inez Haynes Irwin; Erich Kastner; Carolyn Keene; Andrew Lang; Edward Lear; William LeQueux; Gason LeRoux; E.V. Lucas; Walter de la Mare; Louis Marlow; Richard Marsh; William Mayne; Herman Melville (sets); Leonard Merrick; Mrs. Molesworth; M. Pardoe; Eden Phillpotts; Beatrix Potter Anthony Powell; John Rhodes; Edward and Vita Sackville-West; Walter Scott; Mary Sinclair; Robert Lewis Stevenson; Margaret Sutton; Sylvia Townsend Warner; Anthony Trollope; Henry Williamson; E. H. Young.