Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Bridge Tollar
2 de Novembro de 2016, 8:42
Image thanks to Joy Pixley
It was the burden of history that weighed heavily upon the Bridge Tollar. It had seen its fair share of life and if truth be told it was just about feed up with the way history had treated it.
It was held responsible for the Barbarian hordes in the fifteenth century invading and pillaging the Castle Tollar. It lived a life of regret for it knew there would have been no pillaging and chances were the women of the castle might have stood a fighting chance against the barbarian hordes.
In the eighteenth century the duel between the white Prince Casper and his nemesis the black Prince Rupert had been fought up its good self. The bridge liked Casper and what a shame when Rupert’s shot sent him tumbling over the battlements in the icy river.
Life was such a disappointment. Now they wanted…
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Knickers
2 de Novembro de 2016, 7:59
The below poem was inspired by a comment overheard by me while enjoying a drink in a pub last weekend (Saturday 29 October).
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“This beer tastes like lady’s knickers”, says an elderly man at a table.
Standing at the bar, I am scarcely able
To contain my laughter, and idly think
As I enjoy my drink
“what about a bra
And are
There knickers for the male kind?”
I find
In pubs much amusement
And bemusement.
“How would he know?”
Better not to go
There I think
As I sink
My drink.
“Lady’s Knickers” beer
Would taste most queer.
I shall be boring and stick to a well known brew
Although ‘tis true
I am curious to know.
But better not to go …
Finishing my second pint, I leave.
I perceive
This incident will stay with me.
I shall with glee
Write it down
Though it be
Nothing…
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Diário #1
2 de Novembro de 2016, 7:51
Olhos vermelhos e olheiras como resultado de uma noite perturbada pelo inconsciente. Colocar uma roupa apresentável e trabalhar durante a tarde. Confesso que a ansiedade me pegou e o que mais esperava do dia, era a noite com ele. E como sempre, foi uma noite deliciosa e agradável, com direito a guloseimas e série. Momentos preciosos que guardo num cantinho especial do coração, que passo horas relembrando com carinho.
Start up: further Russian hacking, MacBook Pro redux, troubled tablets?, Wii U goodbye, and more
2 de Novembro de 2016, 7:47
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Microsoft says Russia-linked hackers exploiting Windows flaw • Reuters
Jim Finkle and Dustin Volz:
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The software maker said in an advisory on its website there had been a small number of attacks using “spear phishing” emails from a hacking group known Strontium, which is more widely known as “Fancy Bear,” or APT 28. Microsoft…
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BREATHLESS BETWEEN LANGUAGE & MYTH, a poem … and therein is your Wednesday writing prompt
2 de Novembro de 2016, 6:57
Here I am, suspended breathless
between language and myth.
Strands of undomesticated words
weave ladders to freedom, and
a dove in the stripy-barked birch
recites the works of Homer.
I found the rules of grammar
written on my tongue by the wind
and the alphabet strung like
seed-pearls around my willing neck.
Each day I take to the quarries,
hard mining for the sweetly lyrical,
blistered from digging in hot sands
and hard stone for parables.
The very walls that bound my heart
are fairly breached by the
gentle solace of poems spun
on a vision quest, on toiling
though the hill country of
my youthful and once indomitable
dreams: like dandelion fluff,
I blow them into history.
I write as though poetry is
the only real nourishment –
. . . . . . .perhaps it is.
© 2016, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved, Photo ~ courtesy of morgueFile
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