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Here to share the wisdom and light, happiness and sadness, and the two chief elements of life, health and love. The former has been letting me down lately, but the latter is here to stay.

Name:
Jim
Sex:
Male 
Sign:
Aries
Relationship Status:
Married
Location:
Tyne and Wear, United Kingdom
Local Time:
17 Oct 2019 07:26
Interests:
Writing, gardening plus everything else.
Favorite Books:
Too many for me ever to get through
Favorite Authors:
From Dickens, through D. H Lawrence, to Steinbeck, Updike and Connelly
Favorite Movies:
The long list starts with Beau Geste and goes on into infinity (but not the sci-fi infinity)
Favourite TV Shows:
Anything that doesn't carry a reality tag or the word 'celebrity'
Favorite Music:
Piano Jazz

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Wishing For Home - Chapter Two Meet the Flints

Approaching the cottage from the long country lane, with the sunlight shining directly on it, it held so much promise. Behind it was an inviting deep wood, and in one corner of the garden hens strutted, clucked and pecked behind mesh. Across open fields, corn gold in the summer lay the farm where Frankie was staying. Rabbits appeared all the time, stoats and foxes could be seen from time...

Added 07 Oct 2019 | Category Childrens | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 74 | 4 Comments

Wishing For Home - Chapter One - School trouble

Danny Rogan, nine years and three months old, was sick of his life. Facing his second fight in a week, he wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as it was home. Games were stopping around the village schoolyard, as boys, and a few girls edged towards them. Eyes hopeful, mouths gaping in anticipation. Max Hindley’s pudgy face was six inches higher than his own, pure sneering...

Added 05 Oct 2019 | Category Childrens | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 83 | 3 Comments

Early warning

Early 1940. Siren’s mournful wailing, signalling, Our first air raid. Fearfully looking at me, she switched off all the lights Then she came to hug me close, her body trembling. I’d never seen her like this, so full of fear and worry. “It’s all right,” I reassured her. A distant bang, surely approaching thunder “Oh, God.” Her voice displaying her terror. “Down the stairs,” she urged....

Added 03 Oct 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 128 | 3 Comments

A Special Moment

Standing at the school gate, Harry Connor cursed softly. Memory, you damned trickster. A tantalising image had shaped in the furred conduits of his ageing mind. A gem of reminiscence teasingly snatched away, evading his grasp. He had made this journey seeking to recall a special face. Now, the school’s soot-darkened bricks and stark arched windows had fleetingly evoked a significant...

Added 25 Sep 2019 | Category Romance | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 145 | 1 Comment

Will's Mother Worries

I am so worried about Will. Such a disappointment. When I married John Shakespeare, we agreed that we wanted a large family. By the time Will was born in 1564 we had already had two daughters die in infancy. When it was clear that Will was going to survive, we were so relieved, and John used to say that Will became a symbol of love’s labour not being lost. When, at three-years-old,...

Added 24 Sep 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 138 | 4 Comments

Something of Value

It was a slow melancholy song in Harry Turner’s head. Uncle Joe was dying. A sad refrain that reminded Harry of the man he knew. He was a man full of good humour, activity, kindness and love for his family. Now he was dying. The dirge plagued Harry’s mind. He had arrived home from university that morning to find his father in a less than happy frame of mind. “Your Uncle Joe’s unlikely to...

Added 23 Sep 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 147 | 4 Comments

Digging In

Friends in the local pub just couldn’t believe it. Even though, some of them had seen our actions with their own eyes. “Ben Coles in court?” they said, with some amazement, “Mr Easy-going. Mr Doormat. Never.” That, just about summed me up. I’d always hated any hassle and had avoided any confrontation. Couldn’t fight my way out of a meringue pie. Even with my dear lady, whenever a row...

Added 20 Sep 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 129 | 7 Comments

Editor's Pick A Warmer Reality

---“It’s not him, is it, Jack? It’s just not him.” My mother’s despairing words were a mournful poem that reverberated inside my head whenever I visited the hospital. She was so right. The wizened shell inhabited by something totally alien was a parody of the father I had known. Those chafing images implanted in my head threatened to bury the good that had gone before. Sitting there, in...

Added 19 Sep 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 10 | Avg Score 5 | Views 228 | 8 Comments

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AnnaMayZing
Welcome aboard, Jim. :)

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