Owned by cat.
Sometimes a writer. Some of my stories are here:
https://writingwibble.wordpress.com/
Favourite books:
https://www.goodreads.com/review/list/54547554-jon?ref=nav_mybooks&shelf=favorites&view=table
Music I listen to a lot:
https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLW3HuEKviVLEjRe37a46-PcuehdRzC7s7
Yorkshire UK
RE: https://mastodon.art/@MicroSFF/114149050576447349
** Reposting this story I wrote last year
#GnuTerryPratchett
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I was all right up to 1200, but struggled after that. I got the gist of 1100, but missed a lot of nuance. 1000 was more or less beyond me. ( I studied Chaucer in the original and know a few words of Old English). How far can you get?
https://www.deadlanguagesociety.com/p/how-far-back-in-time-understand-english
Here's a fun bit of royal trivia; when King Charles handed his previous titles over to William he gave William most of the documentation with his right hand, but ancient tradition demanded he used his other hand for the documents related to Cornwall.
This tradition is immortalised in the well-known phrase "Pass the Duchy on the left-hand side."
#SundayLit Time
How long they walked for, or how far, Frida couldn’t tell. Neither time nor distance were the same here as in mortal lands. Halfdan led the way, Ulrika followed, and Frida brought up the rear, with Ulf riding in her apron pocket. As they walked, she became aware of a slowly growing movement in the darkness around them, a feeling of a wind that was not a wind, the creaking of trees that were no trees, and a snuffling sound, made by what she didn’t know, and nor did she want to.
#SundayLit 100 word Short story: A Winter's Night
The fox ran over the moonlit snow. Hunger drove him, scent led him; down to the eaves of the forest, to a lonely cottage with a hen-house. Once among the chickens madness took him, blood splashed the walls. The door opened, a light shone. "Curse you, Reynard!" cried the angry witch. "You shall become the worst creature I can think of!" The fox swore as his head hit the roof, and swore again as he saw what he had become.
A man.
This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Games
Not something my characters do a lot, but there is this.
#ScribesAndMakers Share the last sentence you wrote in your WIP.
“Kay, I always thought you were a hard faced bitch who only cared for money and herself. Seems I was wrong.”
“Yeah, well … don’t go f**king telling anybody, Princess.”
(Two sentences for context)
This week’s #SundayLit prompt is: Conflict
A sea-chase, attempting to run down a pirate ship:
Micro SF/F by O. Westin
Daibhid Ceanneadeach