Annie never imagined she could have feelings for anyone—she wasn’t built that way, literally. As a first-generation Alpha-Lima model designed for general off-world service, she wasn’t capable of having independent aspirations, much less emotions.
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Literally Reruns – Our Harbour by Paul Kimm
Loyal site friend, Paul Kimm, is rightfully known for his comments and support for our writers–but he is a first rate author himself. Paul has a winning touch that comes off effortless, which is usually indicative of a writer who has worked tirelessly on a piece to achieve that effect.
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Week 531 is now upon us.
I would like to start with a wee add-on regarding the subject of the Tech-Firms. There have been a few demonstrations and meetings this week regarding privacy laws that won’t allow parents to access what their kids have been looking at on the web. Sadly this is requested after something happens. Now, I might be making a tit of myself as I know less than nothing about all this, but is it beyond technology to remove the remove history application from domestic (For want of a better word) computers?
Continue reading “Week 531 – Could Someone Show Me, A Plethora Of First Timers And Could They No Just Ring A Bell??”King Arthur Is Dead by Kathryn Hatchett
My father used to tell me, ‘One day, my sweet, King Arthur will return to save the kingdom from peril, and all will be right again.’ Clasping blankets up to my chin in the dim twilight of a bedroom lit only by the light in the hallway, I’d drift off to sleep, dreaming of the mighty King’s return. There was a location of his reappearance too – Cadbury Castle – though when I went there in my preteen years, I was sad to find no castle. Any evidence beyond the mounds and ditches of prehistoric civilisation had gone, and nothing sparkled enough to grasp my interest. Despite this, I hoped for his return. A wish, like believing in the tooth fairy or Father Christmas, that this being, just this one mythical being, would be real.
Continue reading “King Arthur Is Dead by Kathryn Hatchett”Writers Read: A Prayer For Owen Meany
A Prayer For Owen Meany
John Irving
1989
I found this novel lying outside my door about ten years ago. I still don’t know who put it there, but whoever did it had a unique taste.
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A Word is Born
Human friction is often caused by a powerful negative response to something another person says is true. An exchange of loud exchanges of not listening to the other person occurs. You see it in bars all the time. Words spill from mouths, fists fill the temporarily emptied maws and loosened teeth are the innocent victims. Dentists prosper. Yet the situation is usually considered resolved.
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Disclaimer: This story is an entirely fictional reimagining loosely based on a true case from the ER. Names, characters, and details surrounding the case are entirely products of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to real persons. Any similarities to true events are purely coincidental.
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Red lights cut through the night as the old man gazed ahead. He sat in his truck, staring, stopped at a traffic light. He sighed. The weight of the world lay on his shoulders. Exhausted, the man was at wits’ end. The preceding weeks were unrelenting. He couldn’t quite wrap his mind around it all. He was tired. His bones were dust, and delicate mind warped with hardly a coherent thought remaining.
Continue reading “The Boy by Clayton Korson MD”Week 529 – A Nice Bit Of Alcohol Enhanced Pastry, Letters With Crayons And We Still Hate Zombies.
Last weekend I did something that I’ve never done before – I went for an Afternoon Tea. It was a mother’s day present for my mum.
Continue reading “Week 529 – A Nice Bit Of Alcohol Enhanced Pastry, Letters With Crayons And We Still Hate Zombies.”Week 528: What’s in a Title; The Votes Are In and Genre Overkill
Naming Stuff
I like interesting titles. Now, these are not items to be confused with lying “clickbait” nonsense, but titles of books, movies and songs that stray from the norm. Often, as is the case of the cheap 60’s Spaghetti Western God Forgives, I Don’t, the item fails to live up to the title (but, to be fair, it is an interesting little film regardless). And sometimes certain interesting titles almost guarantee a good picture. The two Sergio Leone “Once Upon a Time…” films are classics, as is Quinton Tarantino’s exceptional Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. There is also one called Once Upon a Time in Mexico that I’ve heard good things about (starring Johnny Depp and Penelope Cruz, both excellent performers), yet I’ve somehow yet to see it (I hope to fix that someday soon).
Continue reading “Week 528: What’s in a Title; The Votes Are In and Genre Overkill”The Margin of the River by Mitchell Toews
I finished shaving. A $10 coffee shop gift card was in the car, and although I knew I should hit the weights and take my usual morning walk, I also felt like a lazy day was not a bad idea.
Janice nudged me aside on her way to the ensuite.
‘What’s up?’ she asked.
‘Dunno,’ I said while pawing through the underwear drawer for just the right pair—supportive but not too bossy.
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