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Lost

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 11, 2013

LOST

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My True Story

by Paul Anthony

Some time ago I wrote a short story for Broowaha entitled ‘The Gift’. My gift was Paul Anthony’s Pen and a short article on the history and power of writing from the time of the Sumerians to the present day. Oh yes, I researched the Sumerians and the history of writing. I did it for a chapter in my book ‘The Legacy of the Ninth’, and then again for ‘Authorship Demystified’ not for the article entitled ‘The Gift’. But life is a gift and I’m going to share my private story with you and why I have entitled this tale ‘Lost’.

It... (more)

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Getting Things Done...

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 10, 2013

How the old brigade Get things done….

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For many years the ‘blue dinosaurs group’ had yearned for their very own amusement area and football pitch so that everyone in the village of Jurassic Park could enjoy the benefits therefrom.

Eventually, someone decided to take the matter to the Village Council.

The Council listened to the dinosaurs and identified ‘The Problem’ that needed to be ‘sorted’.

The Council appointed a Committee to look into the problem and report back.

The Committee appointed a Sub-committee with the same brief.

The Sub-committee... (more)

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Do Not stand at my grave and weep

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 8, 2013

This is a quite wonderful poem that we will probably have all come across in one of those book corners in the local garden centre where the poem has been reprinted for the reader to enjoy.

Let me explain that the poem was written by an American lady many years ago and was never made subject to Copyright. As a result, the poem has been reproduced time and time again. And deservedly so because it is such an emotional piece of writing. I know that it has been recited at one funeral held for an SAS soldier and that on an another occasion an RUC officer found the poem scribbled on a piece... (more)

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The History of Chocolate

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 7, 2013

The History of Chocolate

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Well, we’ve covered a brief history of wine so we should really take a look at the story of how chocolate came to be. This is particularly so following the success of ‘Scribbles with Chocolate’ - the forerunner to this literary offering.

Okay, chocolate is produced from the seed of the cacao tree - or to be precise - the Theobroma cacao tree. Apparently, the seeds of the cacao tree are quite bitter and must be fermented to develop the flavour into what most of us would recognise as chocolate.

Cacao has been cultivated in Mexico and South... (more)

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Snap Shot

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 7, 2013

Snap Shot

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‘Okay, okay, that’s fine. Now a nice smile, darling.’

‘Yes, that’s wonderful. I’ve got you in focus and I just need to twiddle these switches and …. Nearly there, darling.’

‘Oh dear, that’s not what I wanted at all. No, not at all. Look, if you just step over to your left, I’ll get you full on with the sun in your hair and the wind blowing your golden locks out towards sea. My goodness, what a snapshot that will be…’

‘Yes, just left a little…’

‘Right a bit…. Yes, towards where you were before.’

‘That’s better, darling… Yes, indeed.... (more)

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An Authorship Demystified

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 7, 2013

Writing is a very personal journey but the destination is much more public if you want to be published. Commitment, imagination and determination are the lifeblood of authors. It is what drives them to succeed and describes the stuff of dreams.

Somewhere between the first tap of the keyboard and that final full stop lies a thousand unspoken questions about what one might do with the finished work, and whether you will succeed if you are ever published. In the beginning planning is a crucial element since research, mind wrestling, plotting and crafting, are key components of that piece... (more)

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Black Christmas

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 5, 2013

BLACK CHRISTMAS

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This is a tale that a soldier told me many years ago when I was a younger man.

I did not think him to be a hero when he divulged an account of the battle he had fought. Neither did I consider him as special in any way. He was a chap who was always there for his family no matter what happened. As an individual, he went out to work to bring money home so that his kin might eat, drink, and enjoy the wonderful life he made for them. He was just an ordinary man really.

But as he grew older and finally declined from the evils of the war he had fought,... (more)

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The Quiet Revolution

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 5, 2013

Between 1789 and 1799, in a quiet developing corner of Europe, there was an uprising.

It was a period of radical, social and political upheaval that impacted on France and spread across Europe in the years that followed.

The French Revolution cast aside the absolute power of the monarchy that had ruled France for centuries in a sustained assault from radical left wing political groups and activists. Old fashioned concepts of monarchy, aristocracy, religion, class and culture were revisited, refined, and redefined as a new period of Enlightenment shook the very foundations of France... (more)

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The Gift

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 5, 2013

The Gift

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I have a gift for my readers this week. All those who have followed my writing endeavours over the years gone by.

Thank you!

It is a very important gift - easily given - but how you use it is down to you. It is a gift that has endured mankind for thousands of year. Indeed, since before the birth of Christ.

I give to you a piece of paper on which you will find my pen. Within the pen there is ink and if you move the pen the ink will flow to the shapes that you make upon the paper. The gift is called writing.

You see, people like the Sumerians... (more)

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The Homeless

By Paul Anthony, published on Dec 3, 2013

The Homeless

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When the people had gone from the streets, there was no-one standing around idly watching anymore. There were no more bystanders standing chatting about events or taking photographs for posterity. No more irrelevant gossiping between the short scenes of excitement.

When the sun eventually slipped from the sky and allowed the night clouds to sneak into town, there was no-one standing sporting a naked torso taking the warmth from the air. There was nothing more to take and the warmth of the fire had gone.

Where they’d joked about having... (more)

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