The tale of Rhiannon and Dewydd

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 13 february 2018


Mountain Pony by Tim Ball


Valentine’s Day Story


Longingly, Rhiannon looked over her shoulder in the direction of the village. When she failed to catch a glimpse of her beloved Dewydd on the treeless hillside, she let her head hang and solemnly observed her tears blending with the raindrops on her face and falling on to her muddied sheepskin boots. She swallowed her pride, wiped her emerald eyes and her nose clean with her woollen coat sleeve, and tried to force the painful event that had taken place only half an hour ago to the back of her mind.


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Amistad

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 5 february 2018


Sheperds Place by Yarik Mishin


Story no. 3 in the Valentine's Day Series


Old man Diego lived in the foothills of a rugged mountain range. The inhabitants of the nearby village knew him to be mean and miserly. What they did not know were the circumstances under which he had found himself all those years ago, before he came from far to live in the little stone house at the foot of the mountain. No one knew how his loved ones had been taken from him and were murdered by the regime. From that grim day on, old man Diego distanced himself from the world and what is more, from his heart. A heart scarred with grief, a heart that slowly forgot how it felt to be kindled by love.


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And the wind whispered - Episode 16

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on friday 2 february 2018


Cricket by Matthew Bowden


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Episode 16

As soon as she had hidden the conch in the wardrobe, Deborah hastened back to the living room. What had come over her, she wondered, hiding something from her own sister. She guessed she just did not want Jenny to think she had lost her mind, especially after their dad had talked to Jenny about her. What exactly would her dad have told her? Deborah knew her dad would never disclose the details of their conversation that night, but then again, she was not feeling her usual self yet. She was still startled by the goings-on since she had arrived at the family beach house.


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Oh wind, do not call my name

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on monday 29 january 2018


Spanish Village Street by Graham Briggs


Story no. 2 in the Valentine's Day Series


A warm wind began to blow from the east and found its way into the smallest alleyways of the Mediterranean port. Elmira knew it was that time again. The wind caressed her cheek and her ear, and she sensed it straight away. She felt it in her heart that tingled with desire and in her eyes that pricked with homesickness. An inner conflict took control of her. Gently she pulled aside the curtains that the wind was playfully tugging, left the coolness of the room and stepped on to the sun-drenched balcony. There she looked out over the deep blue sea in the bay and pricked her ears to the sound of the friendly, yet tormenting wind.


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Angel of the Favela

Written by Wim Beunderman, posted on tuesday 23 january 2018


Botanic Garden And Corcovado by Ju Araujo


Story no. 1 in the Valentine's Day Series


Angelica looked up from the plates that she was wiping with a wet, threadbare tea towel. She peered outside through the small window and saw how the morning sun danced on the puddles. Everything seemed so peaceful now, very different to the night before, when the rain from the spring storm had thrashed against the corrugated iron sheeting of her shack. The storm had been so wild; making her wonder if it would tear her beloved home apart. Strangely enough, it made her smile. It wasn’t much of a house, and yet, it and everything inside were very dear to her.


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