Sadie Hanson

What  a productive  monthly challenge ,Sandra.

Everyone of the stories so enjoyable. I’m glad it wasn’t me having to make that choice on who to pass the baton to.

Congratulations Knicks  for such a great piece, and well done everyone else for their  offerings too.

🙂 It has been a while, yes. Thank you for your flattering words, Sandra, and for trusting me with the monthly comp baton this turn around. Thank you Richard for the congrats. Well done to all! I thoroughly enjoyed each entry, lots of lovely lines and all the proper, not to mention yummy, writing I’ve missed reading around these here parts…[Read more]

@ Richard, glad to hear you were inspired, and hope it becomes a (good) habit. I did try to make sure I’d the time-line correct for Rebecca, but whichever, it worked as far as impact was concerned.

Thank you, Sandra, for a prompt that actually got me writing. It’s ages since I last entered the monthly comp, possibly not since the Cloud imploded.

Just to clarify, this is a prequel to my earlier stories about Rebecca rather than a continuation, set ten years earlier. Rather like Athelstone with Teabreak, I can’t leave her alone. I love her to…[Read more]

I should’ve known better than to panic –  what I took for drought was silent fermentation which resulted in an uncorking and a fizzing cascade of sparkling wines.   Knick’s violently vivid tale of betrayal dangerously intoxicating with an awe-inspiring detonation of language.

Richard B’s continuation of his ‘Whodunnit’ tale and Rebecca’s stoi…[Read more]

UNTITLED (600 WORDS)

‘Seriously, Dom, you’re going to want to know about this.’

Virgil’s words tumbled out with enough agitation to stir, not only my curiosity, but something in the darker recesses of my mind.

‘Piety’s back.’

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Piety – Prototype 1: Experimental Transcendent Interface. An engineered being of such incredible power, I had…[Read more]

What becomes of the broken hearted?

Tomorrow, if I make it through the night, I celebrate my one hundred and ninth birthday. I hate my birthdays. Life’s punctuation. People wander about pretending it’s a secret that there will be a party for me in the day room. The press may attend. The staff will say things such as, “Well done”, as though…[Read more]

my offering is  based on the original heartbreak  challenge .

I  titled it  –
<p style=”text-align: center;”>Heartbreak Is A Killer</p>
You asked, ‘what becomes of the broken hearted?’ The more oblique and pithier question would be ‘How do the broken hearted cope?’

I’m not naming names because if I did …. Well, let’s just say that’s not a go…[Read more]

This is in response to the original prompt, ‘What becomes…’
599 words (Phew!)

Glan-y-Nant

She’s the reason I’m so far from home in this quiet corner of Carmarthenshire where the tourists don’t come, driving along this grass-grown lane to nowhere, neither knowing nor caring where I’m going. Walking-on-air. light-in-the-face, ice-in-the-heart…[Read more]