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The Seagull

The Seagull

Once upon a picnic beery, whilst I guzzled, drunk and cheery,
Over the tartan blanket spurious, spoke words which could only bore –
While I waffled, sometimes rapping, suddenly there came a flapping
As of some bird quickly crapping, crapping on my fresh coleslaw.
“Tis a bloody gull!” I shouted “Crapping in my fresh coleslaw
“Shoot the bugger!” I did roar.

And the seagull, never flitting, still is shitting, STILL IS SHITTING!
All across the tartan blanket and the bowl of my colesla...

Monday Meme – The Foundling

 

Elron and his sister wife Elanda dallied in the dappled shade of the forest. They walked hand in hand, stopping every few steps to kiss and caress. Elanda slipped away and ran a few steps, for the sheer joy of him catching her in his strong arms and bearing her down into the sweet loam to ravish her with tender savagery.

They strayed closer to the homes of the human creatures than was their habit, standing for a while to watch as the white-clad and silent women of the sanctuary bore a wrapp...

You are old

You are old, when I ask what you say
To lovers of Fifty Shades of Grey
You are coldly dismissive
Of Doms and Submissives
Declaring that stuff’s had its day

© jane jago 2017

From ‘A Confabulated Compendium of Anecdotes’ by Melissa H. North.

Gaston

But now as he leaned over the basin, he realized he had become his father. Clutching his chest, he breathed in and staggered to the edge of the bed. Sweat poured from every pore in his body as he swung his legs onto the well-worn softness of the mattress. He clenched his teeth and let out a hiss as another surge of pain assailed his heart and he told himself – I don’t want to die. I’ll change, I’ll make things better. Pain sprung like a cleaver in the center of his chest, and he gasped...

A Bite of… Melissa North’s Gaston.

Q1: What do you like most about yourself?

Ha! Just before my heart attack, the realisation that I’ve become my father hit me. So, there’s not a lot I like about me at the moment.

I don’t think many people will miss me either, I’ve been called an asshole so many times, I’ve lost count. I’m a spirit now and besides hanging out for a smoke and to feel the taste of gin sliding down my throat, I flit around wishing I’d made better choices.

 

Q2: If someone offered you the chance to change one thin...

Weekend Wind Down – Castle Perilous

Please note ‘Castle Perilous’ is an Adult Read.

The gate guard at Castle Perilous was alert and unobtrusive, and a single robed and cowled figure mounted on a tall, grey horse was closely observed as it mounted the causeway. As the horse approached the gates the rider drew rein.
“Traveller seeking shelter.”
“Shelter granted.”

The rider shook the reins and the horse moved forwards with its iron-shod hooves echoing hollowly on the wooden planks of the drawbridge.

Once they had passed under the...

The Thinking Quill

Mes Chers Readers Who Write,

I am sure I do not need to remind you of who I am at this point in our relationship, but I will acknowledge there may be a handful of benighted individuals who have yet to make my acquaintance. So for their benefit, I will again mention that my name is Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV and I am the renowned author of both the speculative fiction classic ‘Fatswhistle and Buchtooth’ and of this ‘The Thinking Quill’ which offers insight into the mysteries of the auth...

Friday Friends – Jeanette O’Hagan’s ‘Arkad’s Children’

From Arkad’s Children – which is released today!

Lutan Jakan nodded to the Tamrin guard and pushed open the makeshift door of the stables. A musty smell of old hay, manure and sweaty fear pervaded the dim interior. Patches of light filtered down through the rotted thatch roof and warped walls onto a hardened mud floor. A rag tag bunch of girls and boys ranging from ten to sixteen sat around the on sacks, piles and boxes or sprawled out on sleeping mats.

‘Listen up, youngsters. This is Dinnis,...

A Bite of – Dinnis from Arkad’s Children

Gain insight into Dinnis, a major character in Arkad’s Children which is released today! Q1: What do you most like about where you live and why?

Dinnis:  I live in the Golden Palace of Tamra as an age-mate to the heir to the Throne, Prince Mannok. Sounds like a dream come true, right? But it’s not. Not where I want to be, but it’s better than being treated as a captive or sent to work in the mines or killed, I guess. I do love the Royal Library – it’s huge, full of old codexes and maps and ot...

Con’s vigil

 

Con Trevithick stood on the cliff path with the pack containing all he had left in the world leaning against his left leg. He stared across the water to where Plymouth squatted like a carbuncle against the clean morning sky. It was an hour past dawn, and he had been waiting, standing stock still and silent, since just before the sun rose. To be honest, he was beginning to think himself on a fool’s errand but he couldn’t quite bring himself to turn his back and begin the long trudge home to...