Just a simple gal with simple tastes... a 'what you see is what you get' kinda person. I enjoy meeting new people, always up for a chat or a laugh, so feel free to inbox me anytime. Not really much of a writer of prose, but I do a bit of poetry and every piece I write has special meaning to me. Please feel free to give me feedback on my work, I really would appreciate that, even if it's constructive criticism. Firm believer in the saying... "You only live once, but if you work it right, once is enough."
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Once again, thank you to everyone who took the time to enter our Stories Space Drabble Competition and congratulations to the top three winners. There were so many brilliantly written entries, we would be remiss in not mentioning the ones that impressed us most. So, after some deliberation, it has been decided that for the first time ever Stories Space will post a list of the top ten entries. First place: The Annual Gift by Elliotlacey31Second place: Declan by SittingThird place: Settling In by Gypsy Honorable Mentions: 4 'Twas The Night After Christmas by Paperboy5 The Fragility of Age by Circle_Something6 Are We There Yet by Elof697 Ticky Prompts by Steffanie8 Tis The Season by LarryFNigh9 StrangeYoung Us by Bunz10 Smokey's Christmas by Frogprince
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Macavity: The Mystery Catby T S EliotMacavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw—For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law.He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair:For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there!Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there!You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin;You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard'sAnd when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled,Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repairAy, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray,Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—But it's useless to investigate—Macavity's not there!And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:It must have been Macavity!'—but he's a mile away.You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumb;Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity,There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN'T THERE !And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the timeJust controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime! It's been a while since I read this, it was a favourite of mine as a child. Did you know that Macavity was modeled after both Macheath (a fictional character better known as Mack the Knife) and Moriarty (the villain in the Sherlock stories)?
I tried to stay out of this one, since it sounds like the kind of discussion that will bite severely into my writing time, but...In reply to the original question - no, I do not agree that the death penalty should have a place in a world already infested with ruthless killers. While I do believe in defending the life of your loved ones using as much force as needed (yes, I do own a gun and am willing to use it if I see no other recourse), I do not feel that killing in the name of the law is the same as self-defense. It is merely a form of murder that has been made legal by some legislative clause written by politicians. That in itself should say it all, since you will find some of most charming sociopaths amongst the politicians we entrust with our lives. I consider the death penalty to be another form of premeditated murder. In fact, it's the worst form, since it's decided upon by a group of your peers and a court of law condones it. Scary. It takes us right back to the middle ages. Don't you agree?I would much rather pay taxes so a thousand of the worst killers in my country can rot in a prison cell than live with the thought of one innocent person dying because money mattered more to my government than simple humanity.
Thank you to everyone who took the time to enter our Stories Space Drabble Competition. The competition is now officially closed to new entries. http://upload.storiesspace.com/1867176213-luck.png
Such a shame... I have the perfect story for them, but it's already been published elsewhere.
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Mary turned to look back one last time at the only home she had ever known. Leaving had been the hardest thing ever – yet she had no doubt that harder things still lay ahead. She had packed hurriedly, wanting to be gone before the townsfolk showed up with their kindness. She took care while packing, not wanting to take anything that would be missed. Her plan would only work if the town...
Added 31 Oct 2013 | Category Horror
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The woodsman had many talents, but caring for newly-born baby girls was not among them, so he did the only thing he could think of – he took the child to the village church. The pastor’s wife was in the garden picking tomatoes for their breakfast when he rushed from the woods holding the screaming bundle. “Oh Lord! What is this, Tom?” She rushed from the tomato beds and took the child from...
Added 21 Oct 2013 | Category Horror
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Once upon a time, in a long forgotten land, there lived a young woman whose name struck fear into even the bravest of hearts. She lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of a deep forest, near an old dried up creek. Her name was Arwyn. Please indulge me as I turn back the clock to the night Arwyn was born – it was the night of the full moon, late in October. You see, that was the night a...
Added 09 Oct 2013 | Category Horror
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I’ve once again been given a task by a friend in the hopes that random writing will somehow lift the huge block that’s been weighing down my work of late. In all honesty, I think that he’s only giving me these little tasks so he can get me to shut up about how much I miss my laptop - it crashed about a week ago. The task is for me to write a musing about anything. Now while I’m really good...
Added 23 Sep 2013 | Category Musings
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“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.” ― George Bernard Shaw ***** "Could you rephrase that, please? I'm not sure...
Added 20 Sep 2013 | Category Crime
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I hear you calling my name, But I can’t come home to you. I feel the wind blow across my plains, It’s calming my fears. I listen to the river tell me its tales; It’s soothing my soul. Under these starry skies My thoughts are of you. Remember me like I used to be. Remember me when my soul was still free. I’m ready to follow the voice That’s calling me home. Sound the bugles for...
Added 01 Sep 2013 | Category Poetry
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An intro to a story I am working on... They buried me today. Everyone always told me that this was how it would end for me. I never believed that it would. I was more than just street-smart; I was smart. I was young and vibrant. Charmed and charming. Untouchable. I remember mum saying, “Your thoughts and actions are what define you, Stanley.” I called it bullshit to her face. How...
Added 22 Aug 2013 | Category Micro Fiction
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He hears the elevator doors open and close, the click clack of high-heeled footsteps drawing closer, then passing his door on their way to the next apartment. He waits. Jacob had always been good at waiting. He hears the jingling of keys, then footsteps moving back toward his door. His door is unlocked. He had been expecting her. She had always been easy to predict. The front door opens,...
Added 14 Aug 2013 | Category Flash Fiction
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“What happened in there, soldier?” The sergeant nodded toward the concrete cell behind them. Vince needed to find his voice, he knew that. Any voice would do. He stood in silence, his eyes trained on the sergeant’s scuffed boots. A regimen doctor was examining the body – her body – no doubt trying to confirm her death, rather than the very obvious cause of it. “She’s dead.” The...
Added 17 Jul 2013 | Category Flash Fiction
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A father toiling beneath a sky of gruesome darkness Merciless sun on his back, a storm in his heart. A mother burying her child with dignified acquiescence, Body too beat-down to spare more than a single tear. A child marching with a village song in his heart Cold comfort found in a loaded carbine on his back. A country raped, blood...
Added 01 Jul 2013 | Category Drama
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