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I have been hosting a number of guest posts by essay-writing service providers and some have called me out on it, albeit in your always polite way.

So, why do I do it?

Part of the reason is my own experience. As an awkward teenager, I remember struggling with a particularly tough assignment at school. My father came to the rescue. Although he was only supposed to offer some minor assistance, he ended up writing the whole thing (sorry, Mr. Anestidis). So, I don’t feel I’m in a position to cast any stones.

Strangely enough, when the next assignment came up, I was ready to tackle it—and I did. I have no idea how or why, but simply watching my dad at work seemed to vicariously teach me how to do it myself.

Then, there is the fact that the missus has tutored students in the past. As…

This is the town with the house with the woman with the fire inside
She arranges her mornings with needles and flowers, becoming quieter
Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine

They do not talk to her anymore, nor do they visit her with apple pies
The future is a gray seagull, they say, the sun has gone to another
Nameless town with a house with a woman with a fire inside

Over the hills a cruel wind blows, she sits and listens, still as life
The moon usurps the sun in her white gown, killing the last sputters
Everyday wishing there is more to life than this great lone pine

She watches the wind overturn the wheelbarrow and the rusty bike
She rides at night like a golden broom, a naked witch, hunting after
The small town with the house with the woman with…

This week’s challenge is to write a story, limerick or poem on the subject of:

Shopping

Last week’s challenge was to write about School. Here are a couple of the pieces you sent in:

Keith Channing sent this limerick in – on his birthday too!

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Photo credit: picmia.com

Life lasts
Not for ever,
Our time here is so short,
Nothing stays the same for ever,
Our minds
Are small
Defined by the box we live in
But eternity calls
Remember, we
Are dust

I’m delighted to say that as of yesterday, all royalties for sales of Where Angels Tread, my novelette about a young homeless girl, will be donated to Barnabus – a charity for the homeless, based in Manchester, UK.

It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and I feel very honoured that Barnabus have given me permission to use their logo.

Barnabus is a Christian homeless charity based in Manchester. They started with just one man walking the streets, giving out food and drink to the homeless and now offer a lifeline to 600 visiting homeless and vulnerable people each week, many of whom have severe addictions or mental health issues. Barnabus support their physical, emotional and spiritual needs and do all they can to help them get back into mainstream society. They have received the ‘unsung heroes’ Queens award for Voluntary Service, but do not receive any government…