“When sleeping women awake, mountains will move.” Chinese Proverb. “Women think bigger” is one theme Daniela Sena, one of Hangzhou’s top 10 female entrepreneurs, proposes over coffee on a gloomy November day at the Kerry Centre. Recently nominated for the accolade by Alibaba, at an event attended by Jack Ma, it’s not a bad honour for someone who, as a kid in Brazil, wanted to be a dentist. Women who are making a difference in Hangzhou was the theme of that event and this is s

The back garden The tadpoles in the garden Are turning into frogs The sun is shining It’s too hot for dogs The fruit trees are blooming The country it is parched Who could believe it? It’s still only March The sky is a deep blue They’re swimming in the sea People wearing shorts And sipping cream tea The weather is delightful The sunshine is so hot I gotta put a hat on Before I lose the plot It’s hotter than Venice It’s hotter than Spain The headlines in the p

I've had a my short story The Storyteller published in an new anthology that's out now on Amazon. Transcendence: An Anthology of Human Thought. There's a whole bunch of good writing, stories, poems and so on for you to read. The Amazon.com link is embedded in the image - just click on it. #Anthology #Amwriting #Writing

I have just finished up a new short story called Prepper. What a prepper you might ask? A prepper is a person who believes a catastrophic disaster or emergency is likely to occur in the future and makes active preparations for it, typically by stockpiling food, ammunition, and other supplies. "there's no agreement among preppers about what disaster is most imminent" Here are the first few paragraphs Day six was when it all went silent. I don’t know what the fuck happened but

Fun read April 14, 2018 Verified Purchase I used to read the Viking trilogy by Henry Treece as a boy. I have always been interested in medieval history and adventure stories. This book takes us into the world of 12th century Scotland or Skotland as the Vikings would call it. It's an adventure story about Nye, a local chieftains daughter who is betrothed to a Viking chief but doesn't want to marry him. She gets kidnapped and goes through several harrowing adventures. It's a fa

I've just come back off holiday in the UK with no real internet time to find a new, nice and short, but sweet, 5 star review for my novel ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Meditations on Murder Mr. XXXXXX 5.0 out of 5 stars Five Stars February 20, 2018 Format: Kindle Edition|Verified Purchase A really great book! Definitely worth reading! Find it here #Novel #Reviews #Writing

WINNER Rob Burton — The Storyteller: A man who walks the Earth in perpetuity chronicling the lifetimes of those he touches. Rob was born in Birmingham, UK and currently lives in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province, China. Rob’s story will be published in IP’s Annual Anthology of Thought, along with the other monthly contest winners. Congratulations Rob! Check out Introvert Press here The first paragraph. The Storyteller by Rob Burton I lie in my bed. It is dark. Through my open window

Next month is February. The month that sends shivers of fear down most men’s spines. For February is that month, that month when we men must, above all the other months, have our wits about us. We must, when speaking with our significant other, understand every nuance of what they say to us. We must listen carefully to every sentence, analyse every word and notice every glance, every slight wrinkle of worry and doubt upon their brow, and every soft sigh. We must be sure that

Every morning it’s the same routine day after day after day. First the shower as it helps to soften bristles. Then, fill the sink with hot water. A squirt of lovely scented shaving oil into the palm of my hand to smear the oil over the lower half of face and scrape, scrape, scrape with cold steel. It’s just so tedious. Why can’t someone invent a cream like women use for their legs and bits? They don’t have to shave every day. Just smear on some of that cream stuff, wash it of

Snooky It was a sunny Sunday in May around eight years ago and I was taking tea on Plymouth Hoe. The Coffee Shack was, and still is, one of my most favourite places in the whole world. Located on West Hoe in Plymouth one is able to dawdle over tea and look out over the spectacular natural harbour that has seen seafarers from Drake to Darwin sail away. However, on that day in May, I was alone and was feeling in need of some sort of friendly company so I decided to leave my su