Nuclear?
Well, she IS a critical mass, true enough...
Monday 31 October 2011
Sunday 30 October 2011
Ginger Simpson's "Dishin' It Out": Six Sentence Sunday
Ginger Simpson's "Dishin' It Out": Six Sentence Sunday: Welcome back. Today, I'm sharing six sentences from an upcoming release, Embezzled Love . This story was actually published and offered ...
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(NOTE: I am sharing this post because it is cool and I feel you might like to visit the blog in question and join that site.)
Poetry
Poetry, if it is anything, must come from the heart.
It can rhyme, or be blank verse. Long, in multiple verses, or with only one verse or even only two lines.
Here are some examples of this short form of poetry:
Years ago, you gave me a stone heart. "How cute!" I thought.
I believed it was symbolic. Now I know better...
"Do not build a house on a sandy foundation," the Bible warns.
But what if our life is made of sand?
The birds of summer are leaving.
"See you next year," I say, as they fly away, high over head.
Why not have a go at this form of short poetry yourself? You can use it to experiment with ideas. Who knows? If you write enough, you might be able to collect them in the form of a book, either in print or as a Kindle book and sell it via Amazon.
It can rhyme, or be blank verse. Long, in multiple verses, or with only one verse or even only two lines.
Here are some examples of this short form of poetry:
Years ago, you gave me a stone heart. "How cute!" I thought.
I believed it was symbolic. Now I know better...
"Do not build a house on a sandy foundation," the Bible warns.
But what if our life is made of sand?
The birds of summer are leaving.
"See you next year," I say, as they fly away, high over head.
Why not have a go at this form of short poetry yourself? You can use it to experiment with ideas. Who knows? If you write enough, you might be able to collect them in the form of a book, either in print or as a Kindle book and sell it via Amazon.
Tuesday 18 October 2011
Walworth’s Lost Boys: The Leysdown Tragedy Centenary
The Leysdown Tragedy Centenary, 4 August 1912.
The summer of 1912 had not been a good one when, on Saturday 3 August 1912, the 2nd Walworth Scout Troop of 5 adults and 24 young Scouts sailed from Waterloo Bridge down to Leysdown on the Isle of Sheppey on their cutter. Some would never return alive.
In 2012, The Friends of Nunhead Cemetery, St Johns Walworth, Southwark Council and surviving relatives, plan to commemorate this tragedy in its centenary year.
The new Scouting movement, founded in 1907 promoted fresh air and outdoor activities. Just the thing for lads from the overcrowded streets of Walworth on their second summer camp in Kent. They would have been excited as they arrived at Erith at 9pm but perhaps less so at sleeping overnight on board. At 4am they set off and were in sight of the camp when, 2 miles off the coast, a sudden gale caught them and the boat capsized. The local lifeboat was launched and found a shocking scene.
Due to several acts of selfless heroism ,especially by their Scoutmaster Sydney Marsh, many lives were saved. But 8 scouts and Frank Masters from the training ship Arethusa had drowned.
The grim rollcall was:
William Beckham: aged 12
Harry Gwynn: aged 13
Albert Dack: aged 11
Percy Huxford: aged 12
Noel Filmer: aged 14
James Skipsey: aged 12
Thompson Filmer: aged 12
Edward Smith: aged 11
And Frank Masters from the training ship Arethusa: aged 14
The tragic loss of such young lives struck a chord with the nation and Winston Churchill MP, then First Lord of the Admiralty, with Scouting links, arranged for a destroyer to transport the bodies back to London. So they were carried up the Thames, from which their ill-fated journey had begun, to Rotherhithe. The coffins were then taken to St John’s Larcom Street, off the Walworth Road, to which the troop were attached.
100,000 were reputed to have attended the lying in state of the boys and paid their respects. The terrible events had really touched peoples’ hearts and the mass funeral almost resembled a state event. It took place on 10 August 1912 and contemporary photos show the streets lined with people and Scouts, 8 deep.
There were commemorative issues of national newspapers and 1 million people watched as the coffins, draped in Union Jacks and Scouts staves entwined with flowers, passed by on their way to Nunhead Cemetery. It took an hour for them to arrive and there they were buried. However, Percy Huxford’s body wasn’t found until 13 August and he joined his fellow Scouts on 15 August.
A bronze Life-size Scout was erected in 1914 just before the start of the approaching carnage of the 1st World War. It was paid for by public donations and designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott.but, sadly, was stolen in 1969. In 1992, thanks to the generosity of Kellaways and Francis Chappell, a replacement memorial of a fine Carrara marble stone carved in the shape of a book was put in its place. There is also a memorial at Leysdown. The Scouts have never been forgotten.
(Grateful thanks to: The Leysdown Tragedy and The Walworth Scouts, Rex Batten, FONC Publications)
(EDITOR: Is there a local story of this nature that needs to be brought to public attention? Chekc your local newspaper archives and be prepared to research and write about it.)
The summer of 1912 had not been a good one when, on Saturday 3 August 1912, the 2nd Walworth Scout Troop of 5 adults and 24 young Scouts sailed from Waterloo Bridge down to Leysdown on the Isle of Sheppey on their cutter. Some would never return alive.
In 2012, The Friends of Nunhead Cemetery, St Johns Walworth, Southwark Council and surviving relatives, plan to commemorate this tragedy in its centenary year.
The new Scouting movement, founded in 1907 promoted fresh air and outdoor activities. Just the thing for lads from the overcrowded streets of Walworth on their second summer camp in Kent. They would have been excited as they arrived at Erith at 9pm but perhaps less so at sleeping overnight on board. At 4am they set off and were in sight of the camp when, 2 miles off the coast, a sudden gale caught them and the boat capsized. The local lifeboat was launched and found a shocking scene.
Due to several acts of selfless heroism ,especially by their Scoutmaster Sydney Marsh, many lives were saved. But 8 scouts and Frank Masters from the training ship Arethusa had drowned.
The grim rollcall was:
William Beckham: aged 12
Harry Gwynn: aged 13
Albert Dack: aged 11
Percy Huxford: aged 12
Noel Filmer: aged 14
James Skipsey: aged 12
Thompson Filmer: aged 12
Edward Smith: aged 11
And Frank Masters from the training ship Arethusa: aged 14
The tragic loss of such young lives struck a chord with the nation and Winston Churchill MP, then First Lord of the Admiralty, with Scouting links, arranged for a destroyer to transport the bodies back to London. So they were carried up the Thames, from which their ill-fated journey had begun, to Rotherhithe. The coffins were then taken to St John’s Larcom Street, off the Walworth Road, to which the troop were attached.
100,000 were reputed to have attended the lying in state of the boys and paid their respects. The terrible events had really touched peoples’ hearts and the mass funeral almost resembled a state event. It took place on 10 August 1912 and contemporary photos show the streets lined with people and Scouts, 8 deep.
There were commemorative issues of national newspapers and 1 million people watched as the coffins, draped in Union Jacks and Scouts staves entwined with flowers, passed by on their way to Nunhead Cemetery. It took an hour for them to arrive and there they were buried. However, Percy Huxford’s body wasn’t found until 13 August and he joined his fellow Scouts on 15 August.
A bronze Life-size Scout was erected in 1914 just before the start of the approaching carnage of the 1st World War. It was paid for by public donations and designed by Sir Giles Gilbert Scott.but, sadly, was stolen in 1969. In 1992, thanks to the generosity of Kellaways and Francis Chappell, a replacement memorial of a fine Carrara marble stone carved in the shape of a book was put in its place. There is also a memorial at Leysdown. The Scouts have never been forgotten.
(Grateful thanks to: The Leysdown Tragedy and The Walworth Scouts, Rex Batten, FONC Publications)
(EDITOR: Is there a local story of this nature that needs to be brought to public attention? Chekc your local newspaper archives and be prepared to research and write about it.)
Monday 10 October 2011
How to write a story
There are many ways to get an idea for a story.
You can find an idea in an old newspaper story. A man was murdered in a fight in Victorian England. It was a brutal, vicious and utterly pointless murder. Today it would be called a race or a hate crime.
I have the detailed press reports of the time and I could take the factual article I wrote and published some time ago and turn it into a short story, or perhaps a novel, or a play? Maybe even a film/TV treatment?
Sometimes an idea comes into the mind of a writer fully formed, with the beginning, the middle and the end all neatly packaged up. It's then just a case of putting down on paper.
Once I had the last line of a story come to me. It was an intriguing last line, I had no idea where it had come from, it just arrived.
This story took a while to write, as I had to work out why the situation had arisen, why nobody had foreseen the situation arising and how they had arrived at the situation.
You can find an idea in an old newspaper story. A man was murdered in a fight in Victorian England. It was a brutal, vicious and utterly pointless murder. Today it would be called a race or a hate crime.
I have the detailed press reports of the time and I could take the factual article I wrote and published some time ago and turn it into a short story, or perhaps a novel, or a play? Maybe even a film/TV treatment?
Sometimes an idea comes into the mind of a writer fully formed, with the beginning, the middle and the end all neatly packaged up. It's then just a case of putting down on paper.
Once I had the last line of a story come to me. It was an intriguing last line, I had no idea where it had come from, it just arrived.
This story took a while to write, as I had to work out why the situation had arisen, why nobody had foreseen the situation arising and how they had arrived at the situation.
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