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Let's begin with a quick summary of events so far: 1803, a ghost is haunting the graveyards and lanes of Hammersmith, London. Eyewitnesses that didn't die of fright all described the spectre as being tall

source Linnaea Mallette Take a seat travellers, gather around the fire. Plonk a marshmallow on your twig and listen, because boy do I have a story for you. The year was 1803, and in Hammersmith, London,

You may read this post as a statement of intent, I am going to be talking about boats! I went away for a couple of days with some friends recently. We tend to get in a 2 or 3 day city break every year.

source Graehawk My Anxiety I can't remember my first anxiety attack. I can remember the absence of overwhelming anxiety, days where everything felt fine and managable. It's like I've been living in a nice

Source Chickens have had quite the makeover over the past 60 years. A series of technological innovations have redesigned what was once a lithe, upright, feisty bird into the flaccid, docile chunk of meat

source RussBowling Growing up, I never looked at my fridge and thought 'hmmm wish this could interface with my toaster'. It never seemed like a necassary link to make. Now though, now I don't even want

Pixabay I'm a man of simple pleasures. I don't need riches, nor do I need fame. I wouldn't mind either of them but I don't need them in the way that I need a can of Cherry Coke every few days to be happy.

Welcome to part two of my three part series on voices. Last time, I talked a bit about why my voice, when recorded, makes me sound like a goat molester, while in my head I sound like Sean Connery's James

Credit: chensiyuan (CC 2.0) Alright it's good news Monday, time to share something good that's going on in the world! or at least I think it's good. When it comes to China, there's always a chance that

Credit: Alexandre Dulaunoy (CC 2.0) I’m taking a break from talking about my abhorrent skin conditions to talk about something that I actually find interesting today: Developing a literary voice. Finding

“I never paid for a job y’know!” “I’m not paying for a job, Dad” Said Dave, avoiding his father’s eyes as he pushed some coloured tokens around on the table. They looked like casino chips, a fact of life

I'd like to be clear before we begin, That there is no real lesson to be learned within. Ahead lies just gibberish, complete worthless crap. No moral. No Takeaway. No fixed rhyme scheme For this story,

Source I've been thinking a lot lately about what I can actually contribute to the world in terms of professional knowledge, and while there is plenty - enough to fill a small book, albeit a small book