PorterGirl : You Know You Want To

If not in your collection then shame on you, lovers of literature

Secret Diary Of PorterGirl

Old College Diaries – the complete (so far) PorterGirl collection with oodles of added extras an bonus material!

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October 20, 2018 · 4:24 pm

Anyone else like to try this Quiz, just a bit of fun I hope

Received this quiz from The Bag Lady rugby843 Insight into the real me . . .

1. Do you like blue cheese? Yes
2. Coke or Pepsi? Pepsi max
3. Do you own a gun? No
4. What flavor of Kool-aid? Lever heard of it
5. Hot dogs? Bratwurst
6. Favorite TV show? Horizon
7. Do you believe in ghosts? Yes
8. What do you drink in the morning? Coffee
9. Can you do a push-up? Yes but elbows not keen
10. Favorite Jewelry? Crucifix
11. Favorite Hobby? Archaeology
12. Do you have ADD? Not sure but probably yes
13. Do you wear glasses? Yes
14. Favorite cartoon character? Sexist Sid
15. Three things you did today? Walked dogs, played scrabble, drank gin
16. Three drinks you drink regularly? Coffee, gin, whisky
17. Current movies? I like to watch The Haunting
18. Do you believe in magic? Yes
19. Favorite place to be? Bugis street, Singapore
20. How did you ring in the New Year? Coal and scotch in hand
21. Travel? Where would you go? Antarctic
22. Name five people who will most likely read this? I have no idea
23. Favorite movie? Braveheart
24. Favorite color? Skyblue pink
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? Never tried
26. Can you whistle? Yes
27. Where are you now? Home
29. Favorite food? Roast beef
30. Least favorite chore? Ironing socks
31. Best job you can think of? Recycling operative
32. What’s in your pockets? Handkerchief
33. Last thing that made you laugh? Facebook cartoon
34. Favorite animal? Manatee
35. What’s your most recent injury? Broken ankle
36. How many TV’s are in your house? One
37. Worst pain ever? Perianal abscess packing removal
38. Do you like to dance? You must be joking
39. Are your parents still alive? No
40. Do you enjoy camping? Yes
Now copy and paste to your status and update with your answers.

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Ted Hughes Festival 2018

The 2018 Ted Hughes Festival  is intended to commemorate the 20th anniversary of the death of the poet Ted Hughes and the 50th anniversary of the publication of his book The Iron Man. Festival events planned by the Elmet Trust will take place from the 19th – 21st October 2018 in the area of Mytholmroyd and Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire.  Appearing are the following, Simon Armitage Frieda Hughes Laura Carlin Neil Clarkson Mark Hinchliffe Alison Lock Charlotte Wetton Judith Wilson Sheila Wild Yvonne Reddick. For more info visit http://www.theelmettrust.org/ted-hughes-festival

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Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 106, “Ghost and Hollow,” #SynonymsOnly

The future beckons,

behind me lies the spectre

of my empty life.

While  you remain at my side

dark days are just memories.

 

 

 

 

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Upcoming literary festival for the diary

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The 14th Bridport Literary festival runs from Sunday 4th- Sunday 11th November, 2018. This event has gown from strength to strength since 2005. Taking place at various venues around Bridport A full programme of events is available on www.bridlit.com

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #223 Rise&Fall

 

As the waters rise.

the civilisations fall

fables of the Flood

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Portent of frost on an October evening

Fading to dull grey,

like old snow, a halo forms

in spiralling clouds.

Whiter yet the smiling disc

of the  early evening moon.

 

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Inspector Sunday (end)

So many of us will be affected by this emotional tale of a plague we need to eradicate

Sun in Gemini

“Grandad!”

The little girl was shouting his name from the far bank of the river. She was waving something at him; her excited voice carried across the water. “Look, Grandad, I’ve got your book… the one you wrote…the one you read me the stories from!”

His world was unravelling. Memories came crashing back; real memories, not confusion… not the fog. Sunday stared across the river at Vicky, his grandaughter,  who was no running and waving their shared copy of Inspector Sunday and the Cheng Mysteries, his first and only novel.

“We don’t live here any more, Dad,” The voice was soft and came from behind him. Emotions flooded his soul as he turned to see the redhead: his daughter, Jessica. Her hand was held out to him. She wore the yellow jacket with the marigold-patterned belt – the image of her that he always carried.

Sunday realised what he had…

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If you are in the area why not visit #Talking Tales #20 – 27th October – Bristol

British Summer Time could not possibly end without one more of these… Talking Tales #20 is now open for submissions.

Much will be familiar. The unbridled glee of Stokes Croft Writers, the unleashing of bright, evocative and quite possibly scary tales, the warm waft of supportive smiles from a welcoming audience. Once again, we are proud to be a part of the awesome Bristol Festival of Literature that you will know so well.

But as it’s still Summer time – we thought we’d throw you a googly and deliver TT#20 from Café Kino in Stokes Croft, just a few yards from our home at Left Bank. We shall be downstairs, where writers will congregate like ladybirds in your window frames – as serene and colourful, of course.

Writers with a story that is all your own work, that you can read (in less than 10 minutes) and that is worthy of a Christie Cluett introduction – submit now!!!

Submissions for Talking Tales#20 close on Friday 19th October.                            

E-mail your story to: stokescroftwriters@gmail.com

Event details – are stupendously straight-forward:

…venue:    Cafe Kino, 108 Stokes Croft, Bristol BS1 3RU

…time:       7.00pm on Saturday 27th October 2017.

…join-in:    the ‘finish the lines‘ competition – win a badge.

We often smile in adverbs (supportively, happily, proudly) at new writer-performers.

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Bone #writephoto

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Over the western hills the sparse, silver clouds are tinged with  red. The sun, not yet set gives up it’s daily battle with the revolving Earth.

A slight breeze starts vibrations in the tall grass heads previously still  in  the heat of the day as the first chill wind from the shore  heralds the onset of evening.

The rain-washed,  sun-bleached skull lies on the path of low foot-worn grass between the heather tussocks.

Tonight there will be no moon to cast it’s glow over the silent tors. The evening air remains curiously warm, almost sultry.

Imperceptibly, as if guided by some gentle, unseen hand the skullbone is turne to face the darkening  Eastern sky. d

In the distance,  a low unearthly sound as of the moaning of the wind in the mast of a storm-tossed sailing vessel can just be heard. The skull shudders and begins to roll to the side of the path.  Like the growth of moss but vastly accelerated, a black downy growth begins to form a shadow on the stark, white surface. The black down grows longer until it resembles the short, thick fur of a dog. An impression helped by the impression of long limbs and thickset body of a hound which appear  to be forming around the single skull.

At last there stands a large hound. Saliva drips from the muzzle as the jaws open showing a row of strong teeth where once were just sockets. Red, unblinking eyes like cinders stare out as snorting nostrils flare and a snarl escapes the shaking head.

Darkness reigns but the black fur is embued with a dull, green lustre. If anyone was near they would start to sense a foetid smell,  increasing in strength with each shake of the thick flanks.

While out over the darkening hills the previous low moaning is now distinguishable as the baying of  a pack of hounds.

The newly reborn beast raises it’s head turning to the right and left. Upraised newly grown ears point straight up, cocked, listening.

With a snarl and a huge leap the beast  runs off in the direction of the approaching pack.

Across the moor a dark-cloaked rider sits atop a heavy black steed. His hood rolls back  allowing a glimpse of a white, gaunt cadaver-like grin. He frowns. he struggles to control his rearing horse, while in his free hand he holds a horse-whip which with every flick emits a stream  of red and gold sparks. Around the horse’s  feet a pack  of identical black hounds snarl, circle and fight, cowering  at every crack.

Soon the pack will be complete again and the Heath hounds will start their nightly hunt seeking out the souls of the wicked.

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