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Feb.12.2013
What makes Belgium’s capital boast of a little boy urinating? The last thing you might want is a spray of piss on your face as you pose before what is considered an iconic structure in Brussels. Is it fun? Is it funny? Does it have to be?
I read about the Manneken Pis a while ago. Standing two-...
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Jun.18.2012
(continued from yesterday's post)
Leo had had the good fortune to pass the night in a shared tent with straw for a pillow and a blanket to cover him. Against the din of thunder and driving rain, the murmurous sounds of coupling infiltrated his shallow sleep, the tender attentions of those...
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Jun.17.2012
Lavender-grey dawn spread over a city in ferment. Assembly bugles sounded the clarion-call. Drums beat a tattoo that throbbed in the blood and brain. All over Brussels, soldiers tumbled out of billets, half-dressed, steeped in sleep, their knapsacks thrust over their shoulders....
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Feb.24.2012
So, our friends at Redroom have asked us to blog about when we first knew we wanted to become writers. Hmmm. That’s a tough one, because it seems I was born wanting to write. When I was five, I took my first long road trip with my parents. Sitting in the backseat in the days before mobile phones...
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Jun.18.2010
One hundred and ninety-five years ago today, Britain narrowly escaped absorption into the French Empire in a decisive engagement which put an end to the career of a General whose activities had convulsed Europe...
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Jun.03.2010
The Allies enter Paris, July 1815
It was just before four, as a new day and a new era dawned, that Leo awoke. In the feeble candlelight, the unfamiliar room slowly impinged upon him. Incomprehension was displaced by a hazy...
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Dec.04.2009
A twitch upon the ancestral web...sensations of déjà-vu...nostalgia for times and places outside her own experience...these piloted Roisin towards her destiny and vanquished the doomed spirits of the air...
Christmas approached. The...
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Dec.01.2009
A twitch upon the ancestral web...sensations of déjà-vu...nostalgia for times and places outside her own experience...these piloted Roisin towards her destiny and vanquished the doomed spirits of the air...
It was a dreary November day...
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Oct.30.2009
‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’ Fiona stuffed her tongue between her teeth, her freshly sharpened quill travelling over the virgin pages of a new exercise book she had pledged to...
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Sep.12.2009
Excerpt from MY MOTHER BIDS ME, a novel of Jane Austen's England on the Eve of Waterloo. (New edition of novel first published in 1984)
All afternoon fugitives from the embattled plains beyond the Forêt de Soignes flocked into Brussels,...
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