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Llados Written in the style of Dylan Thomas. In the voice of Richard Burton.To be read Aloud.Standing up.~.~LladosNestling in Snowdon’s shadow; forgotten, unobserved, undisturbed. A slate-lined, hill-pocked, stone-faced, tumble of buildings, battered by the snows and rain and life. But a happy village, despite its fate. For its better times; slate-quarry, sheep-farming, packhorse- guesthouse, journeys-end; crouched in the wind chill valley. With its slate grey, long day, raised chapel graveyard, full of its worst times; of Silent-fevers, sno...
Diafol yn Wynedw – The Devils Face. “I have to let go, I have to let go. I can’t go on; there’s nowhere to go.”I could feel the panic rising in me. “Stay calm.” I took a deep breath. “There’s always a way out of these situations. Just think”.I looked back and down to the climbers beneath me. “Too far to call out as the wind will just take my words away. And I need both hands to hold on.” Nodding my head to try and indicate I am going to let go. “Be ready!” I shouted, hoping they could read my lips. “I don’t understand, this has been cl...
Weekly Contest #275
Theme – A Story of someone being haunted TIS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMERThe sun was setting as Sally tripped across the bridge and up the hill to Brown’s Barn, swinging her basket, in joyous steps. To stop at the rise and listen, for in the quiet of the evenings when the wind was in her face she could hear the guns in France but tonight she heard just the birds, for at last the war to end all wars had ended and her heart was full to burst with happiness. Her inner joy was for the returning boys. She craved youthful...
Weekly Contest #273
Theme – Don’t tell Anyone THE THIEFThey say you regret the things you could have done but didn’t. What about the things you did? Those unnecessary things, those things you shouldn’t have done. I regret those more. Lost opportunities are lost. But your past stays with you, till you die. You hope. You hope your blighted past is forgotten, never to be discovered, as its unlikely ever to be forgiven. And as all true secrets are, they are only secrets, as long as you don’t tell anyone. But of course, you cannot un-tell it to yourself. You ca...
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