tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post5157004456413655776..comments2024-03-18T18:48:09.721-07:00Comments on Where the Wild Things Were: First of the month fiction - JuneLydia C. Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-63517962389163339872017-06-05T21:45:42.960-07:002017-06-05T21:45:42.960-07:00This brought a screen writer for a soapie to mind ...This brought a screen writer for a soapie to mind straight away! There always seems to be someone dying in tragic circumstances on those shows. My dad is a huge fan of Home and Away, I would rather watch paint dry lol One Mother Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12928028285580684170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-41027343945665142712017-06-05T13:54:52.343-07:002017-06-05T13:54:52.343-07:00I was listening to the audio book of Animal Farm i...I was listening to the audio book of Animal Farm in the car, having never read it as a child, and I had to pull over because I was so upset when one of the characters dies...heheLydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-4870626521362033872017-06-05T13:53:39.508-07:002017-06-05T13:53:39.508-07:00Love it!Love it!Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-81015195299129858142017-06-05T13:53:00.736-07:002017-06-05T13:53:00.736-07:00Hee heeHee heeLydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-80031961599465884542017-06-05T13:52:37.386-07:002017-06-05T13:52:37.386-07:00Nice one.Nice one.Lydia C. Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13911667428856165902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-59763915981226263912017-06-05T01:51:18.051-07:002017-06-05T01:51:18.051-07:00The 'killing off' that affected me the mos...The 'killing off' that affected me the most was that of an animal in a Robin Hobb book. I sobbed and sobbed and got extremely upset even though I knew it was bound to happen. I lived in hope it wouldn't.... until it did. Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08540829152100374440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-37927761660688027092017-06-04T17:36:58.866-07:002017-06-04T17:36:58.866-07:00The lament of most authors I'd bet. As an arti...The lament of most authors I'd bet. As an artist you want to move on and make the story the best it can be but as a creator it's always difficult to say goodbye to your creations. Plus the possibility of fandom backlash...it's real!Kirstyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14645347058596682545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-29428387163429976332017-06-03T21:15:11.668-07:002017-06-03T21:15:11.668-07:00Brilliant. As always. l hate it when my characters...Brilliant. As always. l hate it when my characters in books/TV series get killed off. I don't think I'll ever get over Patrick's exit from Offspring. Sob!Sammie @ The Annoyed Thyroidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10326825231887812726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-30060427281279221852017-06-02T19:28:52.964-07:002017-06-02T19:28:52.964-07:00I thought about you often; of how we were both bow...I thought about you often; of how we were both bower birds caught up by the shininess of youth. But now we were older, you're inability to make 'real' connections pushed you to jump. How I wished you weren't broken, how I wished I could have been what you needed - but I wasn't. Shari from GoodFoodWeekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03696282012818791828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-13997631709389549852017-06-02T16:29:45.638-07:002017-06-02T16:29:45.638-07:00She sat in the bathtub as the water grew colder an...She sat in the bathtub as the water grew colder and colder, warmed only by the heat of her own tears. The bubbles were gone and so was Eddie.<br /><br />That's actually not fiction. It's me, when a favourite character died in a book a few years back now. Stephen King has literally broken my heart more times than any other man, I reckon.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18418589134744904779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-58069967117523533652017-06-01T22:08:47.243-07:002017-06-01T22:08:47.243-07:00It is sad when loved characters are killed off. On...It is sad when loved characters are killed off. On the other hand a good whodunnit is awesome. Nice work! <br /><br />Here's mine:<br /><br />Harriet was puzzled. Grownups were so mysterious. Mother was always so vague, brushing aside her questions. "We haven't got time for that!" she harrumphed. Mabel was even more oblique. "Little girls shouldn't ask those sort of things," she said, her expression disapproving. How else would she find out the answers to things? She needed to know. It was in her nature to be inquisitive. Yet everyone was so jittery about this subject. Why? They were obviously hiding SOMETHING. Later, she found the book. It was horrifying. Then and there she made a vow. She was never having babies. Not EVER. Nesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06860187504607445377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-119733539095505639.post-83031820455006611112017-05-31T03:43:52.900-07:002017-05-31T03:43:52.900-07:00Classy. Sophisticated. A Real lady.
Quiet the ep...Classy. Sophisticated. A Real lady.<br /><br />Quiet the epitaph for a boy who’d grown up on the family farm in Gunnedah before moving to Sydney in 1967.<br /><br />Robert, or Bob as he was known, always felt he was a bit different from the other farmers sons. Short on schooling but long on life he persevered until the day he bought his train ticket to Sydney.<br />Goodbye farm, hello Darlinghurst. Naive but strong he’d marched into Drakes Dresses found himself a red number, stockings, gloves and a long blonde wig.<br /><br />Bob became Bobby. Bobby was a queen. She was home.<br /><br />Vale Bobby.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16534296921177274379noreply@blogger.com