This is the first chapter from ‘Catch the Moon, Mary’, by Wendy Waters, as promised.
At its best, his soul was in flashing, quivering, constant motion: the gold, yellow, white and silver light of it darting about like fish in a sunlit bowl. But this interminable quest had dimmed and contracted him.
I recently read a story from the Washington Post via Facebook, about an experiment conducted in a U.S. railway tunnel.
One of the world’s most gifted musicians, Joshua Bell, stood and played a succession of classical masterpieces on a $3.5 million dollar violin and was ignored by everyone, except a small child. Continue reading
“Do you pray to the Gods?”
“The old and the new.”
There is only one God, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death; not today.”
Emily Friedel is Australia’s only Master of Sport in Girevoy, the sport of Kettlebell lifting. She placed first in her event at the WKC World Championships in 2010 and 2011 and also holds the official Australian women’s record for 24kg snatches. Continue reading
One of the most interesting aspects of reading is that sometimes you might read something and, regardless of whether you enjoy it or not, it begins to creep into your thinking. You start to see it everywhere; kind of like when you’re walking the streets in a strange country and you feel as if you keep catching glimpses of people you know. Continue reading
I don’t remember much about what happened, as far as ending up in a holding cell. The three of us lay there, wrapped in the darkness of pain and concussion for an unspecified amount of time. There was a sound that kept filtering through, light as the touch of a tap dripping on concrete. The sound of Knackers whimpering. His arm was snapped. Continue reading
