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The Godmother 18

The Godmother 18: After the Ball

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The Godmother 17

The Godmother 17; Lady Eleanor

Boredom

The prompt for this one was ‘Why?‘ We’re buzzing in the autumn air. Not many people out. Oldies have gone home to bed but clubbers still about. Why hang around? Let’s go uptown and make our mark tonight. Hoods up. We’ll stalk the paths we know and have ourselves some fun. We’ll find quiet spots … Continue reading Boredom

The Godmother 16

The Godmother 16: Anticipation

Hyphens and Compound Words #amwriting

Originally posted on Life in the Realm of Fantasy:
National Novel Writing Month is in full swing. I am busy writing incomprehensible words that will require a great deal of revising and editing. But all that aside, this perfectly good post on hyphens and compound words was just lying around, so here you go! It…

The Godmother 15

The Godmother 15: Preparations

Too Old To Believe

“Mum, I need money for the bus.” Dorothy dried another mug. “No you don’t, Toby. It isn’t raining; and the walk’s good for you.” “I don’t want to walk past that old cottage. There’s a witch moved in with a warty nose and she’s got a black cat.” “That’s nice.” She put away the last … Continue reading Too Old To Believe

To Old To Believe

“Mum, I need money for the bus.” Dorothy dried another mug. “No you don’t, Toby. It isn’t raining; and the walk’s good for you.” “I don’t want to walk past that old cottage. There’s a witch moved in with a warty nose and she’s got a black cat.” “That’s nice.” She put away the last … Continue reading To Old To Believe

Trick or Treat?

The dogs barked at the doorbell. Dusk was gathering early, now the clocks had changed. Living out here, in the middle of fields, I didn’t get trick-or-treaters. The two youngsters living up the drove didn’t bother dressing up for our few terraced houses. I shouted at the dogs to stop barking and sought treats to … Continue reading Trick or Treat?