The Lumber-room
Saturday, 21 September 2013

Hester Bliss

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At first they said I was in shock, and made much of me, and our honoured benefactress pinched my cheek and gave me sugared almonds. After a ...
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Thursday, 13 June 2013

[brats] the girl

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[This is just a snippet I wrote trying to get a feel for the world. It won't occur in the actual story, but something like it might.] ...
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Saturday, 4 May 2013

the birdscarer

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Like David I found my weapons on the battlefield, repelling the invaders of our golden hoard. They swarmed, and clamouring, massed for t...
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Friday, 12 April 2013

[North 3] the princess visits the kitchen

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There was an open door just past the cabinet. She darted into the room and took a deep breath. On the table just in front of her was a plat...
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Monday, 18 March 2013

cwic/alive

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Fierlen aesces forbyrnath bremels byrst bearn blithe Distant ash trees burn brambles bristle glad child Horrendous anglo-saxon gramm...
Tuesday, 12 February 2013

winter

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It was winter.   Your eyes were closed each time I came. I'd sit and talk   not knowing if you heard. It felt like the same things...

outsider

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Sea-bound, land-locked, ringed by high cathedral wall. Journey's end and pilgrims' rest: Saint Andrew's bones make travellers...
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Becca McCallum
Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to write. She made wonderful beginnings and then let them languish in notebooks and boxes underneath the bed and tucked away at the backs of drawers. They piled up, word upon word, getting all smudgy and dog-eared and sad. Beginnings don't like to be left alone, so this is my lumber room for all the things I'm working on. Be prepared for things to be a little dusty. Comments much appreciated, especially if you don't like something I've written. Tell me why, that'd be great. If you liked it, that'd be good too.
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