“This is not blood, my dear. It’s ketchup.” The young police constable was trying to keep the smirk from his face, rather unsuccessfully I might

The Bookwormery: A Positive Points Blog
Books: reading them, writing them, and using them to balance a wobbly table
“This is not blood, my dear. It’s ketchup.” The young police constable was trying to keep the smirk from his face, rather unsuccessfully I might
Foreword: This story is about the world and some of the characters from the book John Sharpe: No. 1,348 but it in no away affects or
Once upon a time, there was a pond in a far-away land. It was a pretty little pond, with colourful flowers sprouting along the sides
The day that I died was ordinary. Ordinary until I died, that is. I suppose for everybody else, it was still pretty ordinary – people
So yesterday, I received a fantastic new toy: a set of Rory’s Story Cubes. So today’s story of silliness is a story-cube story. (Apologies for
There Was An Old Lady Who Lived in a Brain… He had kept his mother alive in his thoughts. Too alive, perhaps. No, not perhaps,