About redwriter


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.

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Tyne and Wear, United Kingdom
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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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Remembrance Challenge: Lest We Forget

On Ploegsteert memorial in Belgium, no faces show. Only names carved on slabs Along curved walls of the imposing colonnade Impressive, the stone lions that guard. Eleven thousand names of the multi-ranked Casualties of war, who share this dubious banner NO KNOWN GRAVE. Consider these lives snatched into oblivion Ripped out of all existence, Yet, three kilometres north lies Ypres ...

Added 09 Nov 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 91 | 6 Comments

Deep in my Heart

So deep within my heart When did that implant begin? That haunting smile On lips of such promise? Or the subtle depths Of those laughing dark brown eyes So sensual when the time was right? Maybe your mobility caught the eye   The lilt and the sway. Of hip and thigh. Then add delicate gentility of touch When fingers first intertwined. While that lustrous raven black hair Swayed...

Added 07 Nov 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 38 | 2 Comments

Wishing for Home Chapter Five Getting There

The next morning, over the cold porridge breakfast, no mention was made about the use of the belt. Not expecting any, Danny was subdued but not suppressed. Anger and resentment still burned inside him. He couldn’t bear to look at Albin Flint, half expecting to see a self-satisfied look on that sour face. As he entered the kitchen on his way out to school, Eliza Flint said coolly, “You know...

Added 06 Nov 2019 | Category General | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 87 | 4 Comments

Wishing for Home Chapter Four Rebellion and Result

Danny Rogan slumped disconsolately on the edge of his bed. Just one more punishment. And for what? Lingering too long at the farm enjoying the sight of a newborn calf. Things were just getting worse and worse in this awful cottage. Being brave was one thing. No matter what his mother and father expected of him, being home was the only thing. He gazed out of the bay window to where the...

Added 02 Nov 2019 | Category General | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 98 | 3 Comments

Wishing for Home Chapter Three Troubles grow

For Danny, it seemed that since his mother’s letter about being unable to visit for a while, the Flints’ attitude towards him had hardened. Albin Flint, in particular, became more involved, and not in a good way. Danny was sure that the man had declared his own personal war on him. Threats were constant. Flint was frequently warning Danny about staying away from the woods. Tempting as...

Added 17 Oct 2019 | Category General | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 106 | 3 Comments

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 General | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 110 | 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 General | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 122 | 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 154 | 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 177 | 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 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 160 | 5 Comments

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Thank you and welcome. I look forward to reading more of your work...alas, time is my enemy as there are so many to read and so little time...
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03 Oct 2019 11:16
Welcome aboard, Jim. :)

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