How Rude!

You wait, mouth still open….?….? ….? You’re gasping to tell the punch line, your heart is racing, waiting..waiting…. “Go,” they say, “carry on.” How rude is that? Well, that’s exactly what it is like waiting at traffic lights. I turned out of my road, sped up, changed into second gear, and about to turn rightContinue reading “How Rude!”

NEW! “Containment”

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************************************************** *** COME BACK AT 4:55 TO PICK UP THE LINK! *** ************************************************** For once, I’m actually early with a post. That’s because my inner 8-year-old has gotten a bit excited about something. Today, at 5pm, you can watch the 1st episode of a brand new…

Report from the Home Front

By Karen J Mossman I live in Anglesey in North Wales and it’s a popular tourist place. As we are an island there are many beautiful beaches. As the new season began the holiday makers returned. My daughter moved here in January from Stockport, near Manchester. Their farmhouse has a self contained flat, and on theContinue reading “Report from the Home Front”

My Sister Far Away

The Magic of Stories is packed with tales divided into different genres. So there should a story for everybody. It wasn’t until I was putting the book together I realised all the poetry I’d included were simply stories in rhyme. In 1988, one of my sisters enlisted on an experimental cultural exchange programme sponsored byContinue reading “My Sister Far Away”

Reflections of Simmondly

Simmondly is a small village in Glossop, Derbyshire, and in the early 1900s John Pedder, a retired councillor for Stretford Urban Council in Manchester, had a holiday cottage there. Their granddaughter, Molly, told me the story of Simmondly before she passed away in 2014 aged 100.  ‘We had this great big trunk which we’d packContinue reading “Reflections of Simmondly”

Island Tales

When I came to live on this island, we had a dog. It was fun exploring, but sadly she was old and our adventures were limited. When she died, we were never getting another one. Eight months later, we thad Tilly, another Yorkshire terrier. This time a puppy, as Jodie was a rescue dog, comingContinue reading “Island Tales”