tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28912925629263666522011-11-28T00:07:30.653ZFiction, poetry, non-fiction articlesLily Childshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15861288507716873813noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2891292562926366652.post-2611776868408161622010-09-11T23:40:00.000+01:002010-09-11T23:40:00.718+01:00

Had this vid recommended. Whaddya reckon?

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Look at this. I have to confess I am mightily biased as this is Loz when we first met. Is it wrong to still find this a turn-on? Loved his hair - longer than it had been as a skin, but with dual tramlines and the tiniest mohican that teased forward to the most enticing point... As did the sharpened brollie. I wouldn't say Loz's grant for starting his Art Foundation Course at what was then

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Dedicating a whole new page now to Eastbourne Mods, as the project gets hotter and closer. I've got several interviews under me belt, with more booked in. The local press Eastbourne Herald is up for an article and my posts on Mod Forums are bringing in the memories. What are yours? Contact me to let me know. In the meantime, what do you make of this spectacular April 1980 line drawing from

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I'm putting together some articles about Eastbourne Mods, or Mods who came to Eastbourne - from the 60s to the 80s. I'd like to put a call out to anyone who remembers being in, or coming to Eastbourne during those times. I'm looking for memories and info on places, faces, music, clothes, gear, transport and more. Parties, drinking, concerts, pubs, bands, scooters, fights... anything related.

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I entered this little ditty into last month's poetry comp over at gorgeous online jewellery store: Dotty Pig. It didn't win, but it was fun entering and I rather like it, so here it is. DOTTY PIG - TICKLED PINK Glittering in sequined glory Polka dots beam round and bright. Dotty’s got her party frock on. Out she goes, into the night. All her friends are playful piggies Squealing loud and

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The New Eastbourne Writers group is running a short story comp and would like to attract entries from further afield. I said I'd add a little plug here so this is their blurb: We are delighted to announce the launch of the first New Eastbourne Writers Short Story Competition. The theme is THE JOURNEY  See below for more details and competition rules Genre: SHORT STORY – FICTION Theme: THE

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A close friend, Olivia worked until yesterday for a "dynamic company leading us into the future". She'd known for weeks that her job was about to go but under the most indifferent of Human Resources' hackers, Olivia - who works frikkin' hard and is a highly-talented artist/designer - pre-empted the public humiliation before the company's massive middle-management team - and walked out. This was

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Just found a fab version of 'I'm Your Puppet'. I remember it by James and Bobby Purify. This excellent reggae/ska version by Jummy London is superior.

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Canadian Week is running over at Michael J. Solender's 'not from here, are you?' Thanks go to Michael for publishing my piece 'Soldier Boy' (by Lily Childs) on the first day - it's up now at http://notfromhereareyou.blogspot.com/2010/05/canadian-week-lily-childs.html. By virtue of my grandfather being Quebecois I was eligible to enter. I wanted to write something, but had no idea where I would

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If you haven't heard of horror writer Lee Hughes, then you should have. And I've no doubt you will soon. Lee visited my alter-ego's dark domain, Lily Childs Feardom for an extended chatette. Why not pop over to read what he had to say... http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com/2010/05/lee-hugheslily-childs-interview.html

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[This review has already been published on Amazon and at http://lilychildsfeardom.blogspot.com] If ever a book left me feeling I could never make it as an author then Carlos Ruiz Zafón’s The Angel’s Game is it. Set in pre-civil war Barcelona Zafón’s tale of intrigue and murder twists and turns at relentless speed. The Angel’s Game features writer David Martìn, son of a drunken father and a

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It's been a while..., but fabulata - it's Spring at last. Some real heat in the old Sun God up there. Thanks matey. Any old ways, what's been going on? I've subbed entries to The Brit Writers' Awards, the Fish One Page Story comp and a few online-to-print anthologies. Am waiting on all of them, but no time to hang around so am all ready for articles here and short stories there. Interviewed

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The deadline for the Brit Writers' Awards is up on Friday 26th Feb at 5pm. So far, I have submitted two stories and have several more to add, plus a poetry collection, but their site seems to have crashed so maybe it's been overwhelmed with last-minute entries. Lee Hughes very kindly told me about the Sword & Sorceress Anthology 25 so I have a fantasy piece all ready for that. Not allowed to

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I recently wrote the following article for Eastbourne Borough Council's staff newsletter, Sureline. Last year, the remake of Brighton Rock was filmed in Eastbourne, facilitated by the council's Film Liaison Unit. The directors recruited hundreds of local people as extras, including several council staff. Read more... Eastbourne Takes On Brighton Rock by Michele Ranger Oh, the glamour! Helen

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Matt Hilton, author of the best-selling Joe Hunter series - Dead Men's Dust and Judgement and Wrath - is running a new writing comp to win a signed, first edition copy of his new book Slash and Burn. Go to his blog, and my post on Lily Childs Feardom to find out more. Good luck!

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A new, extraordinary exhibition hit Eastbourne yesterday. The press release says: _________________________ The Dark Monarch: Magic and Modernity in British Art 23 January – 21 March 2010 This group exhibition explores the influence of folklore, mysticism, mythology and the occult on the development of art in Britain. Focusing on works from the beginning of the twentieth century to the present

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I may not be a youth but I like talent and I like initiative, especially when it's different; even more so when it hails from my own home town of Eastbourne: SQ - A Review Talented teens Lewis Scrafton and Corey Pellatt are the masterminds behind SQ - Student Quarterly - a new, free zine aimed at informing and inspiring the youth of Eastbourne. The A5 glossy is a remarkably quality

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Who else hates that irritating CrocOdor advert? Not only is it insulting to British viewers by lazily dubbing an english voice over a clearly foreign woman, but the whole "crocoderthis", "crocoderthat" makes me want to shove it somewhere. Shame on whoever their marketing company is. I won't be buying it - ever.

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On our online Writers Forum at Writing Magazine's Talkback, we were asked to list our writing achievements for 2009. I have to admit I quite surprised myself. Here they are: __________________________________________ * January - Decided to do something serious with all the writing I'd been doing over the years, and started buying Writing Magazine and Writers Forum magazine. * March - joined

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More new fiction from my dark half, Lily Childs. It's called Face Off and is published on Thrillers Killers 'n' Chillers. Excerpt: I keep it in a bag, my face. It hides there of a night when I slumber and dream. I pull my hair back and look at the bare-faced lie reflected back at me in the mirror. A blank canvas. I could do anything with it. I could be anyone. But I want to be me. I’ve

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My dark half, Lily Childs is very proud to have won the November 2009 'One Word Challenge' on Writing Magazine's online forum 'Talkback.' It's called 'Can I Get A Witness' and is over at Lily Childs' Feardom blog, if you're interested. The One Word Challenge works by writers being given a single word from which they must produce a piece of flash fiction in 200 words or less, or a poem in 40

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Independent Eastbourne publishers Soul Bay Press are "dedicated to the joy of the written word, the sound of the human voice, the crash of waves on the beach and the blast of a saxophone in the depths of a dark night. " If you happen to be in Eastbourne on the evening of Wednesday 2nd December, get along to The Greenhouse in Station Street, Eastbourne for a reading of Matthew Loukes' new novel,

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I choose this cup But not that cup And then I change my mind. Now cup A is Jealous of cup B. I pick a less emotional, Easy-going mug. And then I make the tea. I close the door. I lock the door. I turn around three times. I pull the handle, Tap my key fob Wondering all the while, who Spends their time In watching me. I spot the cracks. I jump the cracks. Knowing what would happen If I trod on

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I've been a bit quiet lately, though Lily Childs has been writing her socks off with nasty little short stories, and is nearly half-way through writing her novel. In Eastbourne during October and November we had a film company filming a remake of Brighton Rock . I've written an article for our staff newsletter about the extras and stewards from our work place who got involved. Might pop that on

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When I drink I fall into your bed Back in love with you. In the street I fall on my feet Just to get to you. I will follow you To the ends of the earth. I fly the sky In my dreams Just to reach you. When I drink I feel so Good about myself. I am strong. I am beautiful. I am sane In this sodden world. When I drink Your words are worthy. You inspire My desire And I am whole. I follow you

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Well done to Eastbourne Bonfire Society for last Saturday's parade. Best fireworks I've seen for years. Great to see the visiting sides as well as Eastbourne's own fabulous Pentacle Drummers and Section 5. Bring on next year's event!!

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If you've been cast as an extra in the remake of Graham Greene's Brighton Rock - being filmed in Eastbourne over the next few weeks, post your experiences as comments below.

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Big friends Pentacle Drummers appear in super-fabulata, cheeky chappie Dizzee Rascal's video for new single 'Dirtee Cash' taken from his album Tongue 'N' Cheek. PD and DR on Twitter Pentacle Drummers website and on Facebook Dizzee Rascal

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Weds 14th October the Eastbourne Gazette published an article about Summer Breeze. See the article online... | Read Summer Breeze below...

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Do post comments; I'm interested in everything you have to say. You'll find a selection of short stories and poetry below and on older posts. If you like a darker kind of fiction, visit Lily Childs Feardom. My alter-ego will look after you there - or maybe not.

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Run by the Sunday Express 'S' Magazine in conjunction with the Romantic Novelists Association. The story and interview were published in 'S' Magazine on Sunday, 27th September 2009. You can also read the story below. Judged by Katie Fforde, Jill Mansell, Jojo Moyes and Adele Parks.

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It was the summer of ’79. A glorious heatwave hung over England and lasted for weeks, making us sweat, tanning our skin. I was seventeen; my hair was short and my collars buttoned down. I’d landed a job and I finally felt free. Everything was changing – Thatcher was in, Sid Vicious was dead. The Yorkshire Ripper was terrifying women everywhere. In my home town, life was shifting. People were

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The shop window twinkled like a Christmas card. Tucking pigtails into her beret Maisie pulled herself up onto tippy-toes. Her heart fluttered as the prize came into view. ‘Begin with something extraordinary’ her teachers had said. ‘Gaze at it. Fill yourself with awe at its complexity. Be amazed by its beauty.’ ‘Taste it. Smell it. Feel it.’ And so she had practised. Day by day. *** The

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On the loose In your house Scampering up walls. Velvet legs Thick as twigs Scuttling down halls. Dropping down By your face Frightening you half mad. No wonder Spiders run If you think them bad. When you scream What of him? Sensitive fine hairs Tense up tight. He screams too. Panic on the stairs. Wish him well, Arachnid, Prowling in the night. On the hunt For a mate. Pity him his plight. Pointed

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Coiling, sweeping mists adrift The plains of Avalon. Souls bereft, left wandering, They seek their King, Alone. Lunar nights, pale reflection. Lady of the Lake. Fingers long – they call to you. You shift your shape. Awake. Merlinesque, the wise ones bow In reverential awe. Great Mother, the Creatrice Sends love yet fear To all. This land of apples, damsels sweet Behind the veil protect. In

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She stared at the thin white line before her, fingering the credit card in her pocket. How had it come to this? A sullen girl hovered by her side. Twitching. Impatient. ‘You need help? ‘No, I’m… I’m OK.’ She knew she had to make a decision. Do it now, or leave. Minutes later she threw her head back. Pleasure coursed through her body. Heat and cold pulsed in equal measure. She smiled at the

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'Don't tell the staff' The bosses said. 'Let's leave it vague and open.' 'If they should sniff then We can give out tissues As a token Gesture.' 'Yeah' said Mike. 'I like that plan; Leave procedures unspoken. They needn't know We just don't care.' Mike coughed, he sneezed, he croaked and Felt his tonsils shout In screaming pain, The others thought him joking. He wiped his brow. His handkerchief

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The massage cost £35. Bella accepted the extra 50p with a tight, grateful smile. ‘Goodbye Mrs Harrison.’ ‘Tightwad’, she thought, and threw the coin in the tips box. ‘I’m so tired of them’ Bella complained to the essential oils in their golden basket. The tiny bottles shuffled about, clinking against each other, acknowledging her plight. Bella sighed, drained with exhaustion. Despite the

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