Just to point out that it is now 1st July in Britain, and the next story will be going up at the other place very shortly. In order to avoid causing further offence to a certain Italian-American who lives in Berlin, I’ve gone back to something that might be said to have a ‘whisper of the Brontes’ about it. No leaking heads and giggling girls in this one. This one’s a bit dark, wild and melancholic. I’m told that bits of it are creepy, too. Not to me they’re not, but I wrote it.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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4 comments:
Looking forward to the melancholy, Jeff! Good to know there are no leaking heads – but actually I'm more offended by other things :)
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Dear Jeff,
This is the third time I'm trying to respond to your comment on this post, the other two times I received a NOT FOUND page after entering the word verification and my details. You're fortunate that I don't feel like listing my complaints about the world all over again, as the day is bright and green! Great story at the other site – more comments there and p.s. I will repeat that it isn't your site which is offensive! Take care!
I’m having problems posting comments, too. I keep getting a ‘Do you want to navigate away from this page’ message when I click Post. Whichever option I choose, it deletes my comment. Very annoying! So now I’ve started typing comments in a Word document so I can at least re-copy and re-paste them. Glad to see you, Della. Your presence is valued.
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