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Socks 2

When the sun had set and the long summer twilight was fading, the oldest sock began his tale.

“Gather around my dears and I will tell you a story about the fate of your brothers and sisters as it was told to me when I was very young.
The Wearers say we are useless now without our twin and that they were simply lost, dropped or forgotten when the Wearers were packing.
This is not true!
I can tell you for sure that our twins are off on a dangerous quest and will return when they have found Sock Heaven“.
All the socks gasped in astonishment as they always did at this point, to encourage the old sock in his tale. Of course Pollyanna said not a word for the story was new to them and anyway they were shy.
“Sock Heaven is a wonderful place where we shall not only see our twins again but be washed with care in the correct temperature and always have the smallest hole darned with perfectly matching wool. Or polyester!” the old sock added quickly, so as not to hurt the feelings of the those of a synthetic disposition.
The story unwound in its customary slow and comforting fashion, but Pollyanna were no longer paying attention. They had simultaneously thought of a daring plan.
They would go together and find ‘Sock Heaven‘.

Talisman of Ictis, for Kindle

Talisman of Ictis, for Kindle

This story is set in the Southlands, once known as Cornwall, after global warming has happened and our industrial civilization is wrecked. Human passion is alive and well and a hundred years on pagan worship of the love Goddess Freya has come again.
Four young companions, two men and two women, combine their many talents in a dangerous quest to find the truth behind the Slaver raids on their peaceful homeland.

Aceptarse a uno mismo

Añade tus pensamientos aquí… (opcional)

VENGO A VIVIR

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La aceptación  incluye áreas tan complejas como: nuestro físico, nuestra vida profesional, nuestras circunstancias emocionales y la calidad de las relaciones que vivimos  o nuestro carácter o forma ser.

Aceptarnos y aceptar nuestra realidad no es algo que pueda tomarse a la ligera. De una buena relación con uno mismo dependerá una  salud mental equilibrada y, por ende, una buena calidad de vida.

El ser humano tiende a medir su valía a través de la comparación continua con los demás, con los que le rodean y con los que están fuera de su entorno inmediato.  Al pasarnos el día comparándonos es normal que nuestra autoestima se resienta, ya que será fácil encontrar a alguien que, al menos a nuestros ojos, lo esté haciendo mejor.

Hasta no hace mucho, tendíamos a compararnos con aquellos que nos rodeaban, compartiendo unas circunstancias económicas, educacionales  o personales semejantes. La mayoría tenía claro que existía…

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‘Talisman of Ictis’ is go!

My first book in the After the Fall series http://www.amazon.co.uk/Talisman-Ictis-After-Fall-ebook/dp/B00D0CISY0, is available on Kindle.
I think it looks good, but I’d love to know what you all think?
The series will be out of print now I have taken it back from iUniverse and only available on Kindle. (at a sensible low price!)
The second book ‘Sword’ is ready and will be out in about six months. The third ‘Child’ is about half completed! (come on mike get on with it!) This is just an introduction, please take a look at the book on Amazon Kindle

This story is set in the Southlands, once known as Cornwall, after global warming has happened and our industrial civilization is wrecked. Human passion is alive and well and a hundred years on pagan worship of the love Goddess Freya has come again.
Four young companions, two men and two women, combine their many talents in a dangerous quest to find the truth behind the Slaver raids on their peaceful homeland.

Once a village snuggled into a fold between the hills. Now one house remains, its three walls pocked with moss and miniature orange flowers. The roof and fourth wall are long gone, as are the people it sheltered. Sturdy trees spread their limbs in lazy abundance above the missing pitch. Roots sink into the composted floor below.

My hoovering robot changed my life!

It cleans dog hair, this I have to see!

Socks

This is something a friend and I started while working together several years ago. We were thinking how come there are so many single socks? Where do they go, the missing ones?

A few dust motes danced in the evening sunlight slanting through the bay window of the second bedroom. The room was simply furnished; just a wide comfortable bed, a small wooden chair covered with a multicoloured woollen blanket and a plain simple chest of draws in varnished wood on which stood a small mirror.
There were two draws at the top of the chest with a couple of larger full-width draws underneath. The bottom draw contained a collection of old jeans, some ancient sweaters and a coiled leather belt. The next draw up was mostly full of shirts. The top two draws were where the socks lived.

It was the intention of the Wearers to keep boy and girl socks apart.
The left hand draw was full of girl socks and a jolly lot they were. One pair was black with white, pink and light grey stripes. Another, rose pink with pale blue, pale pink and green stripes. There was a black and white striped pair with a scattering of red and grey hearts. Yet another was plain grey with pink heels and toes.

In the boys draw the colours were more muted. A pair in plain black with grey heels and toes with a grey and white striped top was the most handsome. The rest were rather dull. They were mostly pale brown or light sandy colour without adornment. Although one pair, in pale almond with a faded diamond pattern up the sides, had a feeling of past elegance.

This arrangement was not always adhered to. In a corner of the shirt-draw the sad collection of single socks languished. These were socks that had lost their partner, due to no fault of their own and were deemed useless by the Wearers.
In the furthest dark recess of this corner lived the oldest sock. He was a deep dark blue, much darned, covered with loose bobbles of wool and somewhat thin at the heel.

Rather odd and out of place among the singletons, were a pair of girl socks. These were impeccably neat and still in their packet. Their label was exotic. ’Sailor Socks’ made with bamboo, the best for your feet! (women, shoe size 3 to 8)
The pair were pink with green toes heels and tops. They had large white anchors set in no-nonsense rows from top to toe.
Their name was Pollyanna, which means optimistic, but the other socks didn‘t know that yet as the pair were shy and had not said a word. (To be continued.)

Coming soon! On the 25th of this month I can re-publish my  fantasy ‘Talisman of Ictis’. Yippee!

Chronovisor: Happy Birthday!

We are not in a race Justine, honest! Your book is fabulous and we all await the next one