Birds at this time are beside themselves with excitement, flirting and building. My hens in the garden remember themselves and begin to lay eggs. Each one received into the world with great crows of triumph. Easter and rebirth is here.Read More
He liked women Eadwig, the all fair. He seems to be generous to them. In 956 he gave noble lady Æthelhild (of twenty hides), a grant of land. From Droxford (where they grow beans) to Scida Felda - the place that is criss-crossed by brooks, traversed by wooden planks.Read More
‘ “The Mud Larks called me out.” said the Mud Walker. He was huge in the hut. Black, immense and difficult to see. He opened his pockets and fetched out a small lantern. He lit it. The light fought against the fog and the night. It burned feebly and cast huge shadows.’
A short story for Halloween - sparked by a chance remark from a former Pompey policeman whose work involved the recovery of bodies. (1980s)
Author Sarah Keen - all rights reserved.
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Cover illustration Water-Ocean - dark Monster - rain- Cthulhu-ships - hp-lovecraft-digital
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Felicity has also proved to be popular in my fine art print range. She floats on creamy, 100% cotton rag paper, a simple, fluid line drawing. I came out from behind the stall and explain all of the above, that she was a rapidly produced picture that flowed from the end of a gold pen one autumn afternoon. Felicity does dance, but even so my fine art printer had surprised me by selecting her as one that should be included in my normally more colourful range of prints.Read More
An hour later, I drove into Salisbury. At a curve in a road, the Cathedral spire rises above the horizon and seems to float on the landscape. Its graceful grey stones seemingly defies gravity as it reaches up into the skies. The streets were also shining, bunting had been hung out in every road. It was a bright, joyful and pretty scene. Only a large police presence gave away the stress the city has been under in recent weeks.Read More
A summer’s walk in its meadows and the great chalk rivers that run clear to the sea. Hidden by the bulrushes and the sweeping golden grasses I take off my outer clothing. I slip into the waters and swim, pale as a fish. I slip up river and then return to the hidden bank. I wade to the shore, earthbound once more.Read More