Archive for November, 2007

Sci-Fi Author A M Baker-Engel discusses her books Dec 2, 9pm UK time

An amazing author whose books you will enjoy reading. 

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A.M. Baker-Engel, Sci-Fi  Author  www.ambakerengel.com
Books Website: www.ambakerengel.blogspot.com , www.ambakerengel.bebo.com, www.yuwie.com/ambakerengel , www.55-Alive.com, www.myspace.com/a_m_baker_engel, www.authorsden.com/ambakerengel1
Bk-3 What Secrets Mars: The Third Story of The Chosen, ISBN 978-1-4343-2198-5  Now on sale at www.authorhouse.com, www.amazon.com
Bk-2 DNA Warriors: The Second Story of The Chosen, ISBN 978-1-4259-9007-7 www.authorhouse.com, www.amazon.com 
Bk-1 on the open market Unique Phenomenon: The First Story of The Chosen, ISBN 1-4241-4196-6 www.amazon.com

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Featured Poet Daniel North discusses his poetry, Sunday, Nov 25 at 9pm UK time

 A talented writer whose poetry takes you into a different realm, that of a journey into the inner emotions. For more details visit: www.newdawnpoetry.freeuk.com

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Featured Writer, Performer, Educator and Poet Aoife Mannix - Sunday, Nov 18 at 9pm UK time

Aoife Mannix is a writer and poet who is currently touring her poetry and music show ‘Growing Up An Alien’ appearing at the prestigious South Bank, Barbican Centre for Performing Arts.

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Featured Poet Teddy Corbett - an up and coming writer -

 Up and Coming Poet Teddy Corbett discusses his poetry

Tune in Sunday, November 11, 9pm UK time

Teddy Corbett is a talented poet whose poetry will astound you into thinking even his short verses have such depth, you’ll be amazed. Tune in Sunday, November 11 at 9pm UK time.

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My prose write (2) for ‘Your Messages’ - Read on!

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CollB said…
No. Unusual that. Could be they find mulling over another bloke’s chocolate something they’d not want to do in public, just maybe a private chat later. Who knows. If I knew, I’d be eating more Flakes every day than that girl in that Flake ad who gets down in a field of dandelions with her bloke.
Then you get this reality tv show on about how chocolate does things to you, like, makes it feel hyperactive, like rampant active.I just want a bar so I can feel better about me. Does my molars no good mind you, but as long as I get that daily dosage my mind gets clear about the things I have to tackle during the day – my mood changes too and swings about so much I can’t keep up but that doesn’t make me want chocolate less.

Been like that for years. Only time I didn’t crave for a bar was when I had that wisdom tooth out and my mouth wouldn’t jar open – got myself a hot chocolate though – you know how it is – the feeling just gets you by the throat and nothing can stop that urge.

My hands quivered as I reached for a tissue in my jeans’ pocket. I blow hard and wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks with the vigour of a scolded child. My head drooped. I recoiled into a cocoon like ball on the floor.

The room becomes silent and I got up from off the floor and moved back my seat. My hand reached for my bag, unzipped it and tentatively hovered my fingers over a Snickers, but the voice of reason in the name of Zoey brought me back into the room.

I’m here to discover the meaning of Chocoholic Anonymous.

Colleen
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My prose write for ‘Your Messages’ - Read on!

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 My prose message:

Her smile broadened into a laugh echoing her gentle laugh into the realms of an enchanting sanctuary where she often wondered at intervals during the day.

‘I run’ she reiterated almost echoing the sounds of her imaginary instrument, ‘only the 3K run though in Hyde Park, for my sins, I suppose.’ Then she drifted back into that transcendental state where guardian angels kept her path as free from troublesome byroads as her bank manager from the credit card company which she loathed as much as paying the congestion charge when on business trips in London.

She turned over a leaf in her address book and tapped the number of her masseuse.Tap, tap, tap.

‘Mimi, can you fit me in Saturday?……Okay, see you then…’ She rang off and rolled her neck around in an anti-clockwise semi circle as the muscles relaxed a little. Her day had been hectic. The morning meeting had turned out disastrously wrong with her interior designer N Haslam not being able to attend the site meeting at lunchtime so that they could finish to schedule on refurbishing the Mansion – the kitchen was the last part to complete and now it looked like they were in for an extension of time which didn’t suit the budget well.

Her manicurist was due to arrive soon and just in time for her to get ready for a meeting with the client who’d come all the way from Saint-Germain-en-Laye just so he could see the refurbishments in its final stages before heading back home. His time was limited and he expected results. How was she to know there were going to be delays.

She dialed a number. Matt answered. She breathed in deeply – sighed then blurted out,‘You need to be here pronto, Gerald won’t be lunching…’

Colleen
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