I reread an old post of mine recently: A Barnacle’s Tale, so I thought I’d narrate it.
This happened yesterday.
I was writing my current book and had no idea what was going to happen next.
I started to think of all the people who have told me that they would like to write a book but don’t know where to start… continue
“It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. …” cont
Quote from Little Women
We pressed our ears against the wall, looks of concentration on our dirty faces.
We could definitely hear something.
“Mum, do you want to see me turn into a dog?” A short flash-fiction piece.
I shook off the coating of snow from my shoulders, and blew into my hands.
In a recent post I mentioned the importance of flowing with life, and finished off using the analogy of a barnacle. (A barnacle being an arthropod that clings to rocks, resisting the tide.) I remember reading a tale about a barnacle, but I can’t remember whereabouts I read it. I’m going to attempt to writeContinue reading “A Barnacle’s Tale (A Short Story)”