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La Mouche: Out of Time
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A Story by La Mouche. Here we were asked to write a short story about symbolism, and life and death, and I remembered this dream I had about terraced houses, and pools of light and rust, and doors. It was a wet, cold evening in March. From the bus, Cisca gazed at people outside going places; blurry, shapeless grey smudges through rained-on glass and speed. What grudges would they hold, she wondered, if suddenly they were told they had ran out of time? Would they stay calm or freak out? She walked to the ...
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La Mouche: A Pot of Begonias
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A Pot of Begonias. A Story by La Mouche. The potted begonias sitting under the front room window had been. 8216;She is sniffing? What is she sniffing at? 8217; You eyes were wide open. 8216;Go check on her,’ I said, trying to sound casual, and tilted the kettle filled with boiling water over the mouth of the pot. 8216;No way, Jose! 8217; I called from the kitchen. ‘What is it? 8217; Mother shouted something we didn't understand. 8216;Wait, we are coming! 8217; I shouted back, eyeing you, ‘c'mon! Tres año...
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La Mouche: The Day The Thought Struck
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The Day The Thought Struck. A Story by La Mouche. 8221; asked Helen; her eyes fixed on the lady’s hands, which were skilfully wrapping up the marzipan cake in rich burgundy paper. “Three years,” I carried on gloomily, whilst Helen took the marzipan cake and placed it in her handbag saying, “My nan is certainly going to love this! Written and Posted by. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to My Nest! Read My Stories and Fairytales. A Pot of Begonias. Lucinda and The Three Bachelors. Picture Window...
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La Mouche: Tres Niños
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RAFA, cinco años. FELITO, siete años. DAIRON, nueve años. Es domingo en la mañana. Rafa, Felito y. RAFA: Si pudiera me comería un león. Tengo un hambre. FELITO: ¿Cómo te vas a comer un león? 161;Un león es mil veces más grande que tú! RAFA: ¡Ah, pero yo digo uno chiquitico, que es grande de ‘tos maneras! DAIRON: (a Rafa) ¿Y de dónde lo vas a sacar? FELITO: (a Rafa) ¡Que yo sepa sólo puede ser del zoológico! 191;De dónde sino? RAFA: ¡No y de la selva también, de allá de Oriente! DAIRON: ¿De Oriente? FELIT...
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La Mouche: December 2011
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She sits with legs extended on a reclining chair. Enveloped in a swarm of them. They hover about her seemingly mindless. An index through her brow though. And the thick, silver-grey one. Vacates the space above her temple. Where it gingerly lingered before. A dozen white-cotton puffs now swirl. In fanciful fairy fashion. The crease on her brow has vanished. The wind picks up a trail of fresh ones. Daring thoughts that challenge her. That she daren’t shape into words. A damp mushrooming shape. The Star an...
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La Mouche: February 2011
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A Flash Story by La Mouche. We were asked to write a short snippet of a dramatic situation for a character of the opposite sex, and this was the result. It' s crap but that's what came out so, so whatever. And with it: girls! If only I could get hold of this book my problems would be over. I’d be the new Messiah of the ladies. I’d know it all and I’d spread the seed of my knowledge. Oh yes! Eyes down, Chris, sip from the empty cup, wait…. And that was it! Written and Posted by. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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La Mouche: October 2009
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A Fairytale by La Mouche. 8220;Good day to you,” the couple greeted her, “What is it that you trade? 8220;I sell answers: possible solutions to problems,” said the woman, who after taking a good look at them added, “Is there anything you’ve always wished for but never had? 8220;Nothing really,” said the husband eyeing his wife. 8220;Understood,” chorused the couple as the wife jumped in their cart and the husband spurred the horse into a brisk strut. I don’t think I can manage.”. 8220;True, true, husband!
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Jude's Writing Corner: Editing
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A far flung corner of the internet where you can read about writing for teens, children, adults and the educational market. and perhaps about me and life in general! Tuesday, August 12, 2014. You can self edit your work and if you choose to do this there are a number of books to help you in the process ( Self Editing by Renni Bro. Is an excellent example for the fiction writer), or you can be edited by others- which is most often the case with trade publishers. My experience of editors has been varied.
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La Mouche: July 2010
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A Story by La Mouche. Here we were told to write a story based on this pic on the right. 8216;I knew it! 8217; She cried, ‘I knew something exciting was about to happen! I knew I had to do my hair! 8216;You curl your hair every Sunday for church, Simone,’ I replied, tapping sloppily on the table. What about this hat? I managed to get it outside the annual shopping basket! You’ve got to admit that’s more than just coincidence! 8216;No, it isn’t! Just like you did in the autumn, and last summer! She told P...
