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Mata Hari in the Silence | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Mata Hari in the Silence. The picture is from here: http:/ www.mata-hari.com/mata-hari-pictures.html. How great is she? This pic is from 1910! Thanks again to Chuck. For his prompt – Mata Hari in the Silence. The delicate wind chime tinkles, no that’s not right, its more melodic than that. It, well it chimes, I’m far too worn out to come up with something witty. Like attracts like. I...
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Burnt tile | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. How about these Nan? My granddaughter extracts four or five tablecloths from the depths of the linen cupboard. I don’t think I’ve seen you even use these.’. The tablecloths came to me eight years ago when the cancer finally took her. They can go to good will sweetheart, unless you want them? No thanks Nana.’. Maisie’s embroidery disappears inside the already bulging garbage bag. I grab h...
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Has someone been watching me? | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Flash fiction – in search terms. Give me back my adverbs! Has someone been watching me? May 11, 2015. This entry was posted in Writing. Flash fiction – in search terms. Give me back my adverbs! Love to hear from you Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. Kristen Lamb&#...
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Bovine Balladeers | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Rosie had been to the school and was a hit at children’s parties, she went to the County Fair every year and let other little children sit on her back and have their photo taken. That’s why she was there when the cows had their victory, that’s how she knew they were up to no good. Prince, you need to say something to the cows.’. She tried to warn him. What a fantastic ribbon! Now when th...
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Here goes… | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Scott Hastings is totally the coolest boy in the school. Aimee Prescott is totally the stupidest girl in the whole school I mean, Scott Hastings asks you to hang with him after school and she says she has to study, Mr Cummings is teaching her to play chess? That is SO uncool. But I told Ivy I could totally ask Scott out on a proper date. And then she dared me. Now I have to ask him.
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Flash fiction | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Chuck Wendig I suspect will be responsible for many of the entries found here, he has by far the most interesting and inspiring flash fiction challenges I have found on the net. I will also post other short sotries here for your enjoyment and evisceration. Love to hear from you Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Down, but not out.
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Next to Godliness | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Kaylee wakes, instantly alert and active. Two years ago it was much harder to drag herself into wakefulness when her phone vibrated at 3am, her body would protest, reluctant to leave the warm cocoon of her blankets. But by now it’s easy, second nature. There are so many cars, the road is almost as light as day. Well the one side anyway, the cars are all headed to the same location...
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Ne me quitte pas | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. Ne me quitte pas. This is the short story I wrote as an answer tothe flash fiction challenge set on the Terrible Minds. We were invited to press shuffle on our music playing device (my iPhone) and write a story with the song title that came up. I shuffled up. Ne me quitte pas. By Nina Simone. Here’s my (slightly more than) 1000 words. Ne me quitte pas. Once upon a time. Enchanted land...
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Must like bats | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. What does Batman do when Alfred gets a better offer and hands in his notice? He places a help wanted ad. Position Vacant – Personal assistant. It is by night that this role really comes into its own. Evening duties will be allocated on an ad hoc basis and the applicant will need to be reactive and fast thinking in a wide range of situations. Please submit your application in a coded mess...
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Dancing fingers | alreadynotpublished
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A blog following my path from manuscript to book. Mata Hari in the Silence. Ne me quitte pas. Of dinosaurs and eagles. But Joe couldn’t stop it any more than he could stop the wind consuming his cigarette. His fingers just moved. They were always restless, looking for something to do, until the day Benny Kingdom put a horn in them. On a trumpet his fingers were in charge and he just provided the air. And magic happened. One response to “ Dancing fingers. Pingback: Dancing fingers alreadynotpublished.