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Showcase Night, 19th November
Looking for a word spoken evening, in East London, from diverse writers?Showcase Night, on 19th November, is just such a night.
I’m very involved at this event and I’ll be reading some of my writing there, plus it’s FREE.
My writers’ group is staging a spoken word evening, as part of the local Newham Festival of Stories, on Wednesday 19th November, doors open at 7pm, performance 7.15pm to 9.15pm, @ Read more of this blog post »
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“It was a love affair, carried out by letters and parcels, though the love was all on my side.”
― Case Studies in Modern Life
― Case Studies in Modern Life
“At nineteen, my main mission in life was to “fit in” with the world around me. If I kept my head down and didn’t draw attention to myself then people would not guess my secret and not hate me for it, as I feared. It was a simple but very flawed plan, though at the time it was all I could see to do.
A Moment after Church, blog”
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A Moment after Church, blog”
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“There are women named Faith, Hope, Joy, and Prudence. Why not Despair, Guilt, Rage, and Grief? It seems only right. 'Tom, I'd like you to meet the girl of my dreams, Tragedy.' These days, Trajedi.”
― Brain Droppings
― Brain Droppings
“Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.”
― Coraline
― Coraline
“And this is Nymphadora-"
"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," said the young witch with a shudder. "It's Tonks."
"-Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only," finished Lupin.
"So would you if your fool of a mother had called you 'Nymphadora,' " muttered Tonks.”
― Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
"Don't call me Nymphadora, Remus," said the young witch with a shudder. "It's Tonks."
"-Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only," finished Lupin.
"So would you if your fool of a mother had called you 'Nymphadora,' " muttered Tonks.”
― Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
“It was a love affair, carried out by letters and parcels, though the love was all on my side.”
― Case Studies in Modern Life
― Case Studies in Modern Life
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Read early for Christmas!My latest eBook is set on Boxing Day 1975 and is about a family watching the big film on television that night. It is written from the point-of-view of three different family members, reflecting the changing times it is set in.
Happy reading
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Boxing Day 1975
Here is my latest blog. This is about the behind-the-scenes story of one of my own short stories. This isn’t just about the inspiration, but is about the strange journey that this story has had since I first wrote it.Happy reading
https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
Crocuses In Spring – by Drew Payne(c) 2015, Drew Payne.
When I reached the grave I saw the crocuses poking through the grass. Their oval flowers and sharp, thin leaves were pushing apart the almost dormant blades of grass. All winter the grass had remained the same, no signs of new growth, just a haphazard carpet filling the stone oblong border in front of the grave. It was as if the grave had its own garden, the edges marked out by a small wall of stone bricks, less than six inches high.
Read more here: http://gayflashfiction.com/2015/03/29...
