maryanne42

I thought perhaps I should post something new for all you people out there fighting boredom though I must say that if you are a member of this site you reall should have more than enough to do already. Keep safe. Jacob's Biscuits 'Good morning!'. That is always the best way to start any sort of day. Said with a smile; as a greeting to it and in gratitude for it. 'Good morning'. But it has been a long time, I think, since I said those words with any sort of conviction or sincerity. Dying does that to you. It's not that I felt particularly resentful or unhappy with my lot; it is just that, having said my goodbyes and packed my metaphorical bags, I was keen to be off; away on the next of my adventures (whatever they might turn out to be). It was the same feeling that I had as a child; sitting on my Boxing Day bed with a new Schoolboy's Diary open in my hand unable to do anything with it for five whole days. I could hardly bear the wait, hardly endure the desperate slowness of

This was the first story that I completed and it brought me the opportunity to have a complete collection published. The drawing I made to go along with it is uploaded into my art page. The Mysterious Reappearance of Abigail Thisslewaite. All she knew, of a certain, was that she had awoken, instantly, sudden as death. The sleep had been both long and dreamless but now she felt her skin enlivened by the early morning sun and her ears filled with the urgent chatter of countless small birds. When she opened her eyes, they had the look of a decision made. It was today at last.  The day for the long promised, but much delayed, visit to her old ...

This is a little longer than my other posted offerings but maybe not too long.  Enjoy! Unconsidered Trifles I had always picked things up ('treasures' I called them); even as a very small and be-freckled child with even smaller pockets.'Put that down', my mother's exasperated voice for the third time that hour, 'you don't know where it's been'; but that was the point, you see?  I didn't know were it had been, but I could imagine.  She never understood that imagination can turn anything into treasure, given a fair chance, and, as any pirate will tell you, treasure is always worth the picking up. It was an inclination that had started with...