A second collection of eccentric, pragmatic, imaginative encounters with everyday life from the Wishbone Soup Cures Everything blog.A second collection of eccentric, pragmatic, imaginative encounters with everyday life from the Wishbone Soup Cures Everything blog. Wishbone Soup is an edible metaphor for finding happiness in a variety of circumstances. Not the blank happiness of owning stuff: the deep real kind that people need if their lives are going to hold meaning. Through the medium of everything; spider webs, frozen fish, a glove with a hole in it; contentment and jolliment appears. Views: 679
This issue of Tin Universe Monthly brings to you, the reader the legendary red couch, thinking on Information Processing Theory, and more on what a Ferrets Thief Bag is. Also research wankIn this prequel to SanClare Black, Karon, the first Princess of Sorrows, is pregnant, held hostage in a foreign land, and trapped in a political marriage. When her father dies, she must find a way to defeat her husband's plans to seize her throne. Views: 679
Out walking with his family in the local park, Jon Spicer's life is shattered forever. The dog - aggressive and huge - appears from nowhere. At first, Jon assumes the attack was random. Soon, other events force him to think again. With his family under threat, Jon can do only one thing: fight back. The pursuit leads him to a remote Irish village where his family are originally from.... Views: 679
How could I have been so stupid? Anastascia had told me that Brock was bad news but I'd never dreamed what he was capable of. First Reed, then Brock. Was my taste in men really that awful?
When Piper Black finds out the truth about her first encounter with her boyfriend Brock Michaels, she's devastated, but things only get worse when a familiar face shows up at the wrong moment.
With her life in shambles, Piper is given the opportunity for a new start... back in Philadelphia.
Will her luck change if she moves back? And what will it mean being in the same city as the one man who's never left her mind?
In this penultimate installment of M.S. Parker's sizzling Sinful series, the intrigue is hot, but the passion is even hotter. Views: 679
In 1973, a stubborn, self-confident English teenager is caught kissing another boy and forced to see a psychiatrist.Growing up gay in 1970s London isn’t exactly a picnic, but thirteen-year-old Joshua Monahan thought he could handle it well enough—until he was caught kissing a boy from his catechism class. Despite the support of his loving and open-minded father, Joshua is forced to see a psychiatrist to “fix” his supposed shortcomings, but he has no intention of playing along or sacrificing any part of his identity to a cold, ignorant man behind a desk. Views: 679
NEWLY EDITED & REVISED Tank It had always been about the ride. My love for the ride is what fuels me. It’s what drives me. That freedom of the open road in front of you with not a damn thing holding you back is what I crave. I don’t need much, shit I don’t want much out of life. My bike, my club, my brothers, my money, and occasionally a warm and willing women in my bed is what I need. I liked my life that way. It works for me. I enjoyed the familiarity of it. But slowly things were changing. I can feel that change in the air. It's everywhere. There comes a point in your life where things just change. No matter how much I fight it. No matter how hard I hang on, it's changing. Whether by choice or not. For better or worse it gets turned upside down on its fucking head. The moment I laid eyes on her shit changed forever. Things were on their way to changing, but fuck if she didn't tip that shit right over. She hit me like a blow to the chest crippling me. Rocking my world. That girl completely blew everything I thought I wanted to shit. She took me on a wild ride and for better or worse she changed everything for me. Lil The loud rumble of pipes fills me with a sense of home. Deep gruff male voices remind me of nights spent sitting at the bar listening to the guys tell me stories. The smell of leather, grease, and smoke brings back memories of hot summer days spent around the compound. The sound of classic rock makes me want to dance. A group of rough and mean men makes me smile. Seeing a beautifully crafted bike makes my heart beat a little faster. A man in leather always makes me hot. The feel of the vibration through my body from a perfectly tuned bike takes me right back to my old life. Some things never change. Sometimes those things are never meant to change. Although much hadn't changed since I left, a few things had. The loss of loved ones, the addition of new ones. With one new addition to life things changed for me forever. My life will never be the same. He changed it all. 92,000 plus words
**Tank **
It had always been about the ride. My love for the ride is what fuels me. It’s what drives me. That freedom of the open road in front of you, with not a damn thing holding you back, is what I crave.
I don’t need much. Shit, I don’t want much out of life. My bike, my club, my brothers, my money, and occasionally a warm and willing women in my bed is what I need.
I liked my life that way. It works for me. I enjoyed the familiarity of it. But slowly things were changing. I can feel that change in the air. It's everywhere. There comes a point in your life where things just change. No matter how much I fight it. No matter how hard I hang on, it's changing. Whether by choice or not. For better or worse it gets turned upside down on its fucking head.
The moment I laid eyes on her shit changed forever. Things were on there way to changing, but fuck if she didn't tip that shit right over. She hit me like a blow to the chest, crippling me. Rocking my world. That girl completely blew everything I thought I wanted to shit. She took me on a wild ride and for better or worse she changed everything for me.
**Lil **
The loud rumble of pipes fills me with a sense of home. Deep gruff male voices remind me of nights spent sitting at the bar listening to the guys tell me stories. The smell of leather, grease, and smoke brings back memories of hot summer days spent around the compound. The sound of classic rock makes me want to dance. A group of rough and mean men makes me smile. Seeing a beautifully crafted bike makes my heart beat a little faster. A man in leather always makes me hot. The feel of the vibration through my body from a perfectly tuned bike takes me right back to my old life. Some things never change. Sometimes those things are never meant to change.
Although much hadn't changed since I left, a few things had. The loss of loved ones, the addition of new ones. With one new addition to life things changed for me forever. My life will never be the same. He changed it all. Views: 679
Author Nick Blake has it all: success, wealth, fame. Sam Bishop, his main rival, is getting desperate. With his career stalled, he’s going nowhere. Breaking into Blake's house, Bishop finds his latest manuscript – a collection of stories titled Something Weird. As he begins to read, it isn't long before the book starts living up to its title....“On the morning of Sunday April 16, two days before his fortieth birthday, Samuel P Bishop went to kill a man….”Nick Blake has it all: success, wealth, fame. His last book, Come The Night, was a bestseller, and he’s currently flavour of the month. A media darling. Sam Bishop, his main rival, is getting desperate. With his career stalled, he’s going nowhere. One night, he breaks into Blake’s house. The author isn’t home, but Bishop finds his latest manuscript – a collection of stories titled Something Weird. As he begins to read, it isn’t long before the book starts living up to its title…. Views: 679
Humans are still headstrong and reckless in the distant future. A controversial attempt of population control brands children in the flesh with the noh. Ravno learns to switch—to see through other people’s eyes. He experiences grief, fear, sadness, love, and pain as if they are his own naked emotion. Ravno keeps his secret while the surge of horrific punishment crushes the Wawasen archipelago.Thousands of years in the future the human species is still headstrong and reckless. A controversial attempt of population control brands even children in the flesh with the noh. Ravno learns to switch—to see through other people’s eyes. He sees the assaults of thieves as if they are his own; he sees pain and naked emotion; he experiences grief and fear and love and sadness. Ravno keeps his strange skill secret while the surge of horrific punishment crushes the Wawasen archipelago.Excerpt:He raced again for thicket’s edge. But again he slowed then stopped, turning the way he had come. He knew she trailed him directly. He switched to pinpoint her advance. As his eyes slid into place and he watched the branches brush by her face, he realized how automatic switching had become. Deliberate, usually, and still hard to control once there, but such as detecting a flash of firelight or shivering in the cold, the process had matured into an extension of his senses. He smiled. The hinge of his mind on his forehead diminished in the face of saturated concern and stress that dripped from his temples. Views: 678
Brimming with the creativity behind David Mitchell's masterpiece Cloud Atlas in a far north setting, The Search for Heinrich Schlogel is a sophisticated story with magical underpinnings.Martha Baillie's hypnotic novel follows Heinrich Schlögel from Germany to Canada, where he sets out on a solo hike into the interior of Baffin Island. His journey quickly becomes surreal; he experiences strange encounters and inexplicable visions. Time plays tricks on him. When he returns to civilization, he discovers that, though he has not aged, thirty years have passed. Narrated by an unnamed archivist who is attempting to piece together the truth of Heinrich's life, The Search for Heinrich Schlogel dances between reality and fantasy. Heinrich's story, as it unfolds, in today's disappearing North, asks us to consider our role in imagining the future into existence while considering the consequences of our past choices. Brimming with the creativity behind David Mitchell's masterpiece... Views: 678
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Bestselling author Jeffrey Archer's Be Careful What You Wish For opens with Harry Clifton and his wife Emma rushing to hospital to learn the fate of their son Sebastian, who has been involved in a fatal car accident. But who died, Sebastian or his best friend Bruno?
When Ross Buchanan is forced to resign as chairman of the Barrington Shipping Company, Emma Clifton wants to replace him. But Don Pedro Martinez intends to install his puppet, the egregious Major Alex Fisher, in order to destroy the Barrington family firm just as the company plans to build its new luxury liner, the MV Buckingham.
Back in London, Harry and Emma's adopted daughter wins a scholarship to the Slade Academy of Art where she falls in love with a fellow student, Clive Bingham, who asks her to marry him. Both families are delighted until Priscilla Bingham, Jessica's future mother-in-law, has a visit from an old friend, Lady Virginia Fenwick, who drops her particular brand of poison into the wedding chalice.
Then, without warning, Cedric Hardcastle, a bluff Yorkshireman who no one has come across before, takes his place on the board of Barringtons. This causes an upheaval that none of them could have anticipated, and will change the lives of every member of the Clifton and Barrington families. Hardcastle's first decision is who to support to become the next chairman of the board: Emma Clifton or Major Alex Fisher? And with that decision, the story takes yet another twist that will keep you on the edge of your seat.
Be Careful What You Wish For showcases the master storyteller's talent as never before – when the Clifton and Barrington families march forward into the sixties, in this epic tale of love, revenge, ambition and betrayal. Views: 678
There are the invisible members of society; they exist all around us. Most of the time, we walk by them, seeing but not seeing. Augustus Purce learned long ago that the best means of avoiding unwanted attention was to become one of the invisible.There are the invisible members of society; they exist all around us. Most of the time, we walk by them, seeing but not seeing. Augustus Purce learned long ago that the best means of avoiding unwanted attention was to become one of the invisible. He does it so well that even in his tiny village, everyone runs to the other side of Main Street to avoid him. For if they bothered to look more closely, which Augustus emphatically does NOT want, they might see him.Everyone knows that Augustus went off to war against the South, and came back when their sons, fathers, and brothers did not. He knows it too. Hiding is the only way he can survive.But now it is eleven years on from the end of the war, the nation is celebrating its Centennial soon, and someone has the poor taste to turn up dead in the house of one of the more esteemed families in the village. Augustus forces himself from hiding in order to catch a murderer, only to find that he must confront the unpleasantness of the past. Views: 678
When Portia Simpson implemented tax on patty, it mad Dr. Bert Kemp, a psychiatrist. He then became a fat ninja, hell bent on murdering Portia. His wife, Marj scorned by all for living with a madman except the handsome, thick-bodied Dr. Arnold who desires her. Bert grows jealous and goes to utterly unsound measures to keep her but instead, pushes her away. Will he regain sanity or her love?When Portia Simpson implemented tax on patty, it mad Dr. Bert Kemp, a psychiatrist. He then became a fat ninja, hell bent on murdering Portia Simpson’s head-crown, so every patty can be tax-free. His wife, Marjorie, decides to take care of her mentally-touched husband and hopes she has the strength to stick by him for better or worse. But as she unbearably loses everything and everyone because of Bert’s insanity, she crumbles, thinking she’s holding on to dead hope for her husband to regain his sanity, but will it ever happen? Scorned by her friends and family for living with a madman her only listening ear is the handsome, thick-bodied Dr. Arnold who wants her for himself. Bert grows jealous and goes to utterly unsound measures to keep his wife’s love but instead, is pushing her away. The ultimate question then is, “Will Bert ever get to take off the Right Honourable Portia Simpson’s head-crown?”EXCERPT 1Marj looked at him and the wrinkles straightened out her face. “See how mi smart? You nuh see how fast mi mek you reach yah?” Bert asked, “You lucky you come quick though enuh, a light mi did gone light the gas cylinder and mi couldn’t find the matches, you think you coulda out it in time if mi did get fi put mi hand pon the matches? You stay deh, you woulda blow till you weak you couldn’t put out that deh big fire deh mi woulda set the house pon. A woulda bun dung the whole a in yah then claim insurance.”She threw her hand up and slapped her forehead harder than she intended to. She wanted to be angry, but when she looked in his eyes she breathed out some of the fire out her chest and shook her head. Her voice lowered,“Bert, that’s a boxing ring Hun, I can’t wear that.”She repeated her mantra, “For better or for worse Lord, for better or for worse.”EXCERPT 2Six and a half hours later, Marj came in the evening and was greeted by the Vybz Kartel, he was blasting in the house, ‘Cock it up pon the Dumper Truck’. Her ears hurt. But what was more alarming to her senses was a smell. She was smelling heat, stale heat like an iron left in fire. Something was burning. She charged into her living room. Bert still had the curling iron plugged in, until it was dangerously hot and red.“What are you doing Bert?!”Bert was reclined on his back in the sofa, he offhandedly answered,“Clearlyyyy,” he dragged on the word ‘clearly’ for emphasis, because she must have been blind not to recognize what he was doing, “what I’m trying to do here Marj. I’m trying to master level seven of Ninja’s Thermatology, where my eyes can absorb the direct heat from the hot curling iron. Alsooo, . . . mi can absorb the heat wid the inside a mi bottom lip. Ain’t that obvious?”EXCERPT 3Bert totally oblivious to the hill and gully in his chest that Clivey was talking about, Bert indifferently said,“A suh mi chest stay. Mi a get thick from morning. No pills.”“No Bert, mi know a nuh suh it stay. Mi know a sponge under deh fi buff up your chest. Mi a nuh idiot.”Bert slammed down his fart tonic on the bench and said,“You chat too much. A mi chest. A mi so-so chest.”“A nuh your chest. Lift up your blouse mek mi see if a so-so chest under deh.”Same time Clivey spotted the piece of sponge shifted up at the neck of his blouse. It was obvious now. A piece a sponge Bert have underneath deh. Bert replied,“Weh mi a tell lie fa!” He kissed his teeth and blatantly said, “God kill mi right yahso ten time if mi a tell lie. Views: 678
