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Rippling Shivers

Rayna More·June 24, 2021

Rippling Shivers written by: Rayna More It was cold. So cold. It felt as though an icy...

Literature English

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Big Loud Toys

Michael Ball·May 1, 2020

Big Loud Toys written by: Michael Ball @whirred Hundreds of feet high in a tower-crane cab swivel...

English Poetry

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Filling Station

Spillwords·March 29, 2020

Filling Station a poem by: Elizabeth Bishop Oh, but it is dirty! –this little filling station, oil-soaked,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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I’m The Star

Father Christmas Comes Knocking

You Must Believe

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Dawn Minott

Spotlight On Writers – Séimí Mac Aindreasa

Spotlight On Writers – Nancy E. Campos

Christmas Purple Bear

Father Christmas Comes Knocking

Alone at Christmas

The Fairytale Of Preston

The Boxwood Tree and The Graveyard Man

Cross Our Dirty Fingers

My Pappa’s Waltz

The Neighbor’s Dog

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Rippling Shivers

Big Loud Toys

Filling Station

Christmas Gets Stuck in Concourse C

Christmas Purple Bear

The Suit of Red

The Reluctant Santa

Free’s Tale: No Home at Christmas-time

You Must Believe

I’m The Star

Three Wishes

Who’s Black and White and Red All Over?

Candy Bill’s

Poinsettia Wreath in a December Churchyard

Santa’s On The Wagon