5* Review for Life’s Rich Tapestry ~ Woven in Words by Sally Cronin #shortstories @sgc58

Sally’s book would be perfect for everyone in lockdown, as every story and illustration will make you glad to be alive!

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Life’s Rich Tapestry is a collection of verse, micro fiction and short stories that explore many aspects of our human nature and the wonders of the natural world. Reflections on our earliest beginnings and what is yet to come, with characters as diverse as a French speaking elephant and a cyborg warrior.

Finding the right number of syllables for a Haiku, Tanka, Etheree or Cinquain focuses the mind; as does 99 word micro fiction, bringing a different level of intensity to storytelling. You will find stories about the past, the present and the future told in 17 syllables to 2,000 words, all celebrating life.

This book is also recognition of the value to a writer, of being part of a generous and inspiring blogging community, where writing challenges encourage us to explore new styles and genres.

 

Our Thoughts

There is such wonderful variety in Life’s Rich Tapestry by Sally Cronin.

A really lovely collection of poems and short stories, all delightfully illustrated.

Always a fan of Sally’s storytelling, I really enjoyed reading this book.

Originally bought as an eBook, I will be purchasing a paperback copy for my bookshelf, so it will always be there to read again (and again!)

 

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community…

March 26: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

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99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.

March 26, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story in which a character takes charge. Who is this character, and what situation calls for their action? It can be playful or serious, fantastical, or realistic. Go where the prompt leads…

Trapped Time

Time trapped in a rain drop.

The watchmaker said it was beyond price.

More precious than silver, gold, diamonds?

It has been here from the beginning

His wish was to take charge of it.

He did all he could, his experiments

to outsiders looked daft, a waste of time

The watchmaker replied, time trapped there

In one drop could unleash a mind full of magic

Unknown to this world.

Imagine who bathed in it, what could they tell?

Water has a memory

I need to find out how to unlock it

Find the wisdom that hides inside…

©anitadawes 2020

Back to Darkness… #Poetry

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Back to Darkness

From the jagged opening of my cave

I see the Atlantic Ocean

washing the orange sentinel.

Fresh growth crowns the head

My small view on the world

For I cannot leave my dark abode

Spellbound by greed, envy

She means to keep me here

for her own amusement.

When strange visitors enter,

I try to make myself known.

I pray for one intrepid adventurer to hear me,

for I can tell them how to set me free.

When the tide is out, my true love walks

From the cave opposite knowing I am here,

she can neither see nor hear me.

My torment doubles

I can no longer make myself known to her

When the tide returns

She must go back to darkness

Until the day comes

When the one standing in my dark space

Hears my voice…

©anitadawes 2020

Mist filled Mornings… #Poetry

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Mist filled Mornings

First thing in the morning

When the mist covers the South Downs

I wonder, is Merlin walking those hills?

Hidden by mists of his own making

Looking for something

Anger, frustration

He strikes the ground with lightning

This breaks the hold on his mind

Yet the gate shuts as fast

Half remembered thoughts lost

He stands, supported by the rock

As the sea rages towards his fragile mind

His magic could not sustain

The beauty of his dream

Kingdoms made; round table broken

His love vanished with magic stolen

The golden bow with arrows spent

Lies in his hand, its target long forgotten

His mind will not recall the legend

that he made…

©anitadawes 2020

Magic Circle ~ For Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

March 19: Flash Fiction Challenge

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March 19, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a rabbit on the roof. Or many rabbits. Why are they there? Explain the unexpected, go into any genre. Go where the prompt leads!

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Magic Circle

Humans, what can you do with them?

The Great Bandini, my whiskers

Has overbooked the children’s party

Leaving my cage door open

So I am off, freedom awaits.

White fur, big ears, not so easy to hide

Wait for the fool

to open the door, load his van,

take my chance in the great outdoors

I need to get higher

The roof looks good

From here I can see the lay of the land

And look for my own kind

How did I get on the roof?

You may ask?

I cannot tell you, that’s magic,

don’t you know…

©anitadawes 2020

#TuesdayBookBlog ~ Our Review for Finding David by Stevie Turner #OccultHorror @StevieTurner6

 

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When Karen and Mick Curtis attend a demonstration of clairvoyance for the first time, Karen is singled out by the medium, Rae Cordelle. Rae has a message from Karen’s son David, who passed over to the spirit world many years before. The message shocks Karen and sends her on a journey of discovery, rocking her previously happy relationship with second husband Mick, David’s stepfather.

 

Amazon Review

“Stevie Turner’s latest was a great escape read, and by the second page I had to find out what this psychic was going to tell Karen, and then I became absorbed and wanted to just keep reading.

Karen and Mick’s happy life was shaken and stirred after a chance outing to a clairvoyant’s public show where Medium Rae focused her attention on Karen, offering her a message from beyond from Karen’s deceased son – gone missing years before. Rae offers Karen her card, inviting her to contact Rae to learn more if she chose. What mother of a missing child wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to connect with their missing/dead child?

What Rae reveals to Karen sets the tone for the journey to seek out what happened all those years ago when David just a boy then, completely vanished – never to return. The search to find David’s never been found body ensues, and as clues develop and possible suspects for David’s death appear, a great strain weighs between Karen and Mick’s marriage.

Turner always has rich characters who draw us into her stories. I also enjoyed how the story carried through with a tiny crumb given in each chapter, leaving me anxious to turn to the next chapter while still kept wondering – Who the heck killed David – until near the very end. I also enjoyed reading in this genre, which is not a usual one for me. If you enjoy a shorter book with all the meat of a story wrapped up nicely, you will no doubt, enjoy this book!” – D.G Kaye

Our Thoughts

Hoping for a message from her son David, who disappeared years ago, Karen attends a Spiritual meeting with her husband, Mick.

Through the medium, Karen receives a message from her son.

This message shocks her and sends her on a journey of discovery, shaking the foundations of her marriage.

Her husband Mick is not a believer in these things and aggressively refuses to believe that David blames him for his death. This was a classic misunderstanding, for Mick is David’s stepfather.

Right from the beginning, I hoped the child would be found alive.

I found myself wondering what I would do in those circumstances. The message would have to be convincing, like something no one else would know, for there are many so-called mediums out there who prey on the vulnerable.

I don’t understand what drives people to these meetings, surely it must only bring more heartache?

It was particularly distressing to witness the destruction of Karen’s marriage, although the husband’s attitude didn’t help.

The author has done a brilliant job of creating a devastating story and believable characters, sometimes a little too realistic!

The medium in this story and the story itself, are remarkable and very believable, especially the effect this discovery had on the parents of the missing child.

Finding David isn’t very long, but it certainly packs a punch…

About the Author

Stevie Turner is a British author of women’s fiction family dramas, romantic suspense, and darkly humorous novels. She is married and lives in Suffolk, UK. Stevie can be contacted at the following email address: stevie@stevie-turner-author.co.uk You can find her blog at the following link: http://www.steviet3.wordpress.com

Sign up to Stevie’s mailing list for new publications, events and giveaways: http://eepurl.com/dvNklL

Stevie Turner is a British author of suspense, paranormal, women’s fiction family dramas, and darkly humorous novels. She has also branched out into the world of audio books, screenplays, and translations. Most of her novels are now available as audio books, and ‘A House Without Windows’ gained the attention of a New York media production company in December 2017. Some of Stevie’s books have been translated into German, Spanish, Italian and Portuguese.

 

Weeping Statues…

 

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Weeping Statues

I hide in a dark corner of the church

Watching the weeping statue of the Virgin Mary

Silence, as deep as the graves outside

A miracle or trickery, I couldn’t tell

People wept their own tears

No sound emanating from their bodies

Almost as though they wept while holding their breath

They hold out small scraps of cloth to catch a tear

A sacred relic to take home.

Some have claimed to be healed

From one ailment or another

Stories, Chinese whispers

Should I step out of my dark corner?

Out of the doubt that held me there

Would I receive a gift from an unknown source?

Would my twisted foot be straightened?

Would I walk as others do, without the daily taunts?

I had no scrap of cloth with which to catch a tear

I edged closer to the Virgin, kneeling as others had done

With my hands held open towards her

I caught a tear in my palm

Pressing it to my lips, making way for others to kneel

I left the church.

As I stepped outside, I felt my foot twist in the other direction

It felt as if the ground itself had played some part

Slowly, I walked home with my own special miracle…

©anitadawes 2020

Our entry for Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 168 #SynonymsOnly

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Here are the two words selected by Ruth Scribbles, from last month’s #SyllablesOnly challenge:

COMFORT & WORN

 

My

Armchair

Soft comfort

Worn out, threadbare

Like me, it’s timeworn

Yet happiness lives there

relief for my aching back

My very tattered worn out friend

It started life in my mother’s house

Something no amount of money can buy…

©anitadawes 2020

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Worn Out Shoes…

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My husband wore his shoes out at an alarming rate, as if they were made of paper.

He always had holes in the middle of his soles.

I tried to convince him that rubber soles would last longer, but he insisted on leather.

One afternoon, waiting in the repair shop, an elderly gentleman standing beside me leaned over and said, ‘The owner of those shoes will never be rich. It’s real bad luck to have a man like that.’

Turns out that gentleman was right.

As for myself, I wear comfortable shoes that don’t wear out, they grow old like me…

 

©anitadawes 2020

 

 

#TheSundayWhirl ~ Wordle 445

 

I will take it, make it mine

Will tomorrow be as good as yesterday?

The storyteller began his tale

On his neck hung a chain

With a bright jewel

Which held the mystery

So he said.

I ask him about it

Truly, I wanted it

I felt like Gollum.

He winked at me

It’s but a wee thing

Nothing special.

This angered me

which felt like a small

stone growing inside me

I knew I would do anything

to have it

Watching as it changed colour

from blue to green then blue again

It flickered, as if a shifting light

lay behind it

It will be mine.

His story ended with a question

Where does magic come from?

From the jewel around your neck

I thought.

The heat of the day was fading

Dark tendrils of night swept across

the dark sky

Right now, my only thought

will he sleep outside

with the rest of us

Or move on like a wandering minstrel?

I thought him sly

Neither minstrel nor storyteller

He lay his cloak on the ground

as we did

Faking sleep I’m sure.

I kept one eye on him

When time passed

I crept closer

Lay awhile listening

to his breathing

I couldn’t tell if sleep had taken him.

Sly as a fox, I slid my hand beneath his collar

Trying to undo the clasp, he woke

I slammed my fist into his face

He lay quiet.

The jewel and I took off

Not turning to see who I might have woken

I ran deep into the woods before stopping

To look at my prize

Heart beating, legs shaking,

I slumped beneath a giant oak tree

Glad of its support against my back

Opening my hand, the jewel shone

Like the eye of God

Now all I need is for the magic to start…

 

©anitadawes 2020