Sunday, 20 June 2021

The After Years: A Post-Apocalyptic Near-Future Fiction

Set in the post-apocalyptic world of West Gippsland, Australia, Mort had settled into an uneasy life of survival in a feudal world, when he found his life turned upside down by the sudden appearance of hope for the future. 


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Friday, 30 April 2021

A Matter of Conscience: A Murder Mystery

Tess McLeod and Margaret Sykes first met when Tess was a six month old baby. Now 21 years later, they meet again due to a mysterious death prediction. Is it just coincidence or was it murder?

 

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Friday, 2 April 2021

Smoke and Mirrors: A Murder Mystery

A sudden death ends a promising career and leads Margaret Sykes, a young and as yet inexperienced detective, on her first case: a confusing search for the truth. 

 

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Friday, 12 March 2021

Of Oranges and Spores

They say that nothing rhymes with orange,

Yet tiny spores come from a sporange.

The word is strange I'll grant you that,

But strange or not the claim is crap.


J.G. 2021

Thursday, 11 March 2021

Fairies

I wrote the first stanza of this poem for my mother when she was in care after a serious stroke. She loved it. As a child she believed that if she squinted and peeped out, she could see fairies, elves and gnomes playing in the garden. In adulthood she never lost her love of her childhood imaginary friends.

This was the first poem I ever wrote. Unfortunately mum died before she heard the second stanza but I know she would have loved it as she would say how these imaginings gave her much comfort during troubled times as a child.

Fairies:

If I close my eyes and peep
The fairies come, they think I sleep.
They dance about. All night they play,
Then hide again at break of day.

Then when I sigh and fall asleep
They stroke my hair, caress my feet
And in the morning glow of dawn
They soothe my dreams and keep me warm.

For Mum by James Goulter



Our Neighbour's Cat

Our neighbour's grey cat, who was named old man Fred,

Was Brought home by our dog in his mouth. Fred was dead.

Oh what have you done! I exclaimed in disgrace.

So I searched for a twin to sneak in and replace.

The neighbour alarmed, did declared with a fright

That his cat he had buried returned in the night.

 

J.G. March 2021


Thursday, 4 March 2021

Crystal Set Excerpts from Chums Annuals

These Crystal Set Excerpts were digitized from Chums Annuals published in the 1920s and 1930s. 

The text is searchable.

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Link to ChumsAnnualCrystalSets.pdf


The Wimshurst Machine

 The Wimshurst is a machine for creating static electricity. I have digitized the 1908 copy of this interesting book for free distribution.

The text is searchable.

Feel free to copy and share.

Link to TheWimshurstMachine.pdf