Xander Michael

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]

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‘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]

**A smol warning for all the darkness most foul; my headspace is aging like fine wine, and therapy is expensive ????**
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There were dreams I slipped into and out of. Through their haze I saw a prince and castle, figments of…[Read more]

As I well know, Ath, but returning from a week in Orkney  to nil activity I thought I’d give everyone a second possibility of inspiration.

Thank YOU Libby – as ever I look forward to reading your entry.

UPDATE/ALTERNATIVE TO SEPTMBER COMP.

In view of lack of response so far, I wonder whether Tessa Hadley’s new collection, ‘After the funeral’ might be more inspiring? If so, give it a go – give them both a go if you feel so inspired – you’ve still a couple of weeks.

Well done, Sandra, and thanks Libby for inspiring a rather fun-to-explore effort ☺️

For a variety of reasons, I never studied Shakespeare at school and had to go off and read a sonnet (or two!) to gauge the appropriate level of thees, thines and thous.

Ath and Terrie – both delicious reads!

Oh heck – I never saw that coming, not among so many superb entries – thank you, Libby, for comp and comments, and thank you all for much reading awe and entertainment. I’ll aim to post September’s competition before the end of the day. [but isn’t it odd how often a last minute, popped into one’s head,  final sentence seems to make what seems  a d…[Read more]

Don’t envy your task of choosing a winner, Libby!

Probably a bit aslant of what you were hoping for Libby, but is the idea that stuck

‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?’

I guess you had to’ve been there, because even now,  months later, just thinking about it makes me smile. It was the usual semi-dormant Friday afternoon meeting, Anton, our boss, wanting us to brain-storm some sort of…[Read more]