Hello! Hmmm! this is like getting a new pen and thinking 'what shall I write to test it out?!' My name is Sara, I'm 35 and live in the north east of England. It rains a lot, it's cold, but with the beach four miles to the North, the beautiful North York Moors
+ more bio informationThe Inn on the Moor Charlie tentatively opened the old wooden cellar door. It had been locked for over twenty years, but now the secret that had been kept from her for most of her life was being revealed before her eyes in all its horrific glory. Her jaw dropped in horror, my God, father,' she whispered, What legacy have you... More..
My head in the air, the world at my feet, My journey begins, lots of people to meet. I first happen upon a mystical man, He's clever, he's wise, has a greater plan. My second encounter is with a woman of power, Her beauty blooms like a Lotus flower. Then I happen upon an Empress of beauty, Beside her an Emperor, sharing her ... More..
I sit at my writing desk, poised to compose, You're there, pride of place, your time to repose, Once indispensable, you've seen better days, Now we process our words in different ways, But there's something missing from computing machines, They're eerily quiet and too serene. You have a fresh, clean scent of iron and ink, Yo... More..
Millie The rain pitter-pattered on the crinkly tin roof. I'd been put in The Hut again. I hadn't been that naughty, just pulled Josie Smith's pigtails. Pretty Josie with her golden locks and bright blue eyes, posh uniform and patent leather shoes, me in my sister's hand-me-downs, scuffed and shabby. Second-hand Rose, that's ... More..
Hey Jack Kerouac One hundred words a minute Typing On the Road' Without a single space in it, Your almighty scroll Sheets of paper taped together, One hundred twenty feet Of unpunctuated treasure. Brautigan, Faulkener, Bukowski, Mark Twain, Hemingway, Neitzche and Henry James, Doris Lessing, Harper Lee, Classic 'Whodunits' b... More..
OPERATION: HELL'S GRANNIES You can knit can't you dear?' a voice bellowed across the room. Sheila turned to look behind her, but apart from old Mrs Hargreaves who was fast asleep, she could only see Betty French, top dog of the day center. Sheila had only been coming to the day center for three weeks and this was the first t... More..
Many of us enjoy alcohol on a regular basis, whether it be a glass of wine after a hard days work or a few beers at the bar with the guys on a weekend. Alcohol can help us throw off our inhibitions, speak freely and it generally helps us to loosen up. But this can work both ways! We could always end up saying things we later... More..
A seminal figure in the history of contemporary black literature, Amiri Baraka is the author of over forty published works of literature spanning a range of genres. Baraka was born Everett LeRoi Jones on October 30, 1934 in Newark, New Jersey. His father, Coyette LeRoi Jones was a postal worker and lift operator and his moth... More..
Once Upon a Time... ...fairy tales weren't written for children Fairy tales are a subgenre of the folk tale and are generally stories that speak of incredible and fantastic events in often unbelievable situations. Fairy tale' comes from the French, "contes des fee", as the French literary fairy tales of the 17th century tend... More..
"Patriarchy is the power of the fathers: a familial - social, ideological, political system in which men - by force, direct pressure or through ritual, tradition, law, and language, customs, etiquette, education, and the division of labor, determine what part women should or shall not play, and in which the female is everywh... More..
Sara Dennis
Normanby, North Yorkshire GB
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