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The Subtle Art of Short Fiction explores the power of short fiction in todays fragmented world. Renowned authors and critics offer advanced techniques for crafting nuanced, impactful stories. Learn to master short story structure, subtext, micro-tension, and sensory minimalism. Ideal for experienced writers seeking to refine their skills in this sophisticated art form, or those who love short fiction, and want to learn about the craft behind it. Essays and writing exercises by Dr Kerry Hadley-Pryce, Daisy Johnson, Matt Wesolowski, Sascha Akhtar, David Hartley, Mahsuda Snaith, Dr Jonathan Taylor, Sarah Schofield, SJ Bradley and Farhana Shaikh. With an introduction by Dr Paul March-Russell.

Jo, hor du Mia, Lappo skall ha det roda bandet om halsen och bli kung har i hundgrden. Semiramis, som har en sn dar vit pals och lng, fin svans, som jamt slapar efter henne, fr vara drottning.Men d blir ju drottningen finare an kungen! Lappo ar ju bara en grhund, en lapphund, som inte kostar tio kronor en gng. Semiramis ar frn Andalusien, hon, och kostade fem hundra kronor, det talade inspektorn om nar vi fick hit henne. Men nog fr Stella gora som hon vill for mig.Jas, jag fr det! Det var d snallt, det, nar det ar jag som rr om alla hundarna och hundgrden och slottet och hela furstendomet, som farbror Axel kallar vrt hem. Men ser du, Semiramis med sin lnga, smala nos och sitt taniga liv vore inte vard ngot, om hon inte kostade pengar. Hon ar fin och vit som en drottning skall vara, men hon ar inte svensk, som Lappo har, bara for att han ar frn Sverige, s ar han dyrare an hon, i mitt tycke.

Sommaren m hava varit hurudan som helst, regnig, mulen av dimma eller av solrok, vilken dygnet runt undanskymt solen, s kommer dock en tid vid senhostens borjan, d sommaren p nytt visar sig. Det ar vid S:ta Birgittas helg, den sjunde oktober. Hos oss, i Sverige, kallas denna eftersommar till foljd darutav for Brittsommar. I Frankrike benamnes den le second ete; p andra sidan Atlanten indiansommar. Efter lnga, tunga, dimmiga, grkalla hostdagar kommer den d, stark, rik och verklig, denna sommar; kommer med betagande varme, med skimmer i luften, med glod, guld och blod i fargerna. Loven, som om vren flata samman i en enda, luftig sloja av leende, solvavt gront, skifta i maktiga, lidelsefulla farger. Varje blad har sin historia. Stormen, det hrda regnet, den brannade solen ha stamplat dem, och de hava ej langre sommarfarg, flyta ej langre samman i leende, solvavt gront.

Un’autobiografia ironica e graffiante sulla Sindrome di Tourette Plus. Marco Gallina racconta la sua vita con sarcasmo e coraggio, trasformando i tic in un inno alla libertà e all’accettazione.

Vid en diskussion om Vra barns nojeslasning, som jag for en del r sen ofvervar, fallde en kand talare, en s. k. frifrasare yttranden i frgan, som gingo ut p att namnda art af litteratur nu narmast tyckes vara afsedd for endast den bildade klassens barn. De aro hjaltarna, hjaltinnorna i barnbockerna, nar dessa senare aro af den ratta arten. Nar dessa hjaltar och hjaltinnor sjalfva, eller genom adelmodiga upphojda anhoriga komma i kontakt med allmogens barn och barnen ur de djupa leden blir detta till en rorande handling. Hjaltar och hjaltinnor f nara nog helgonglorian ofver sig nar de i valgorenhets- eller forbattringssyfte agna sig t dessa tliga beskedliga sm vp, eller elaka illmariga lymlar till underklassbarn med hvilkas innerstas tankar och mening de, trots allt, st frammande och oforstende utan aning om att dessa foreml for barmhartighet och adel nedltenhet aro deras jamlikar i medfodd begfning, och i fantasiens mottaglighet for intryck af olika art. M nojeslasningen best af bocker, dar barnen frn alla klasser kanna igen hvarandra, och kanna igen sig sjalfva, i deras egen omgifning. Det blir det basta och verksammaste medlet att en dag f folk af skild

Il pranzo volgeva al suo termine, in mezzo alla gioia e alle conversazioni sempre piu animate e festose. I convitati, per la maggior parte studenti dellUniversita, futuri medici e futuri avvocati, ma piu medici che avvocati, avevano naturalmente un buon umore comunicativo, una giocondita espansiva.Il professor Pisani, un luminare della scienza, soleva riunire cosi tutti gli anni gli amici piu intimi e i migliori suoi allievi alla fine delle vacanze, sul morir dellautunno, nella sua villa, poco discosta dal Borgo di S. Patrizio nei dintorni di Pavia.

Uma aventura sofisticada, um romance comovente e um mistério intrigante. O final sensacional do bestseller de Leigh Bardugo sobre o golpe mais incrível da história da fantasia.Kaz e o seu grupo de marginais mortiferos concretizaram um assalto to ousado que nem eles proprios sabem como sobreviveram... Mas, em vez de receberem uma generosa recompensa, acabaram traidos, sem aliados e em perigo de vida. Agora, a medida que forças poderosas descem sobre Ketterdam, uma guerra sera travada nas ruas escuras da cidade.Com a ajuda do cerebro de Kaz e das incriveis capacidades da sua equipa, começa uma batalha por vingança e redenço que decidira o destino do mundo Grisha.Os elogios da critica: Ha um nivel de sofisticaço emocional e historica na fantasia epica original de Leigh Bardugo que a diferencia das demais.Vanity Fair

I TJUGUTVAN fanns det endast stora lagenheter, en i var vning, dar det uteslutande bodde aldre barnlosa familjer.Femte vningen, vilken for ngra r sedan blivit tillbyggd, bestod dock av tvenne, den ena p tv, den andra p fyra rum och kok. Daruppe var det ocks som de fem unga damer bodde, vilka runtom i kvarteret gick under benamningen flickorna i tjugutvan.Flickorna i tjugutvan sgo bra ut eller kanske rattare sagt, de agde detta obeskrivliga ngot, som vacker ett nyfiket intresse hos froken i mjolkboden, liksom hos herrarna i speceriaffaren, hos skomakaregubben likaval som hos slaktarbutikens expediter. Och and kande ingen av dessa personligen till ngon av dem. Inte mera an vad de kande sin ovriga kundkrets. Intresset for flickorna i tjugutvan harledde sig uteslutande av deras utseende och satt att rora sig samt av den nimbus av romantik, som alltid ungdom for med sig.

Shortlisted for the Bread and Roses Award,Who Needs More Cuts returns in a powerful new edition. With a foreword by former Shadow Chancellor John McDonnell MP, writers Barry and Saville Kushner show how austerity politics have barely moved on in over a decadeand why the alternative they present is more necessary than ever.

Hannah Hamster begins her day filled with wonder and excitement, exploring her vibrant meadow and marveling at the small treasures and creatures around her. As she hops through dew-kissed grass, twirling and sniffing flowers, she imagines the adventures that might await beyond the familiar fields. Her curiosity leads her to discover a mysterious, glittering trail of seeds winding through the meadow, sparking her imagination with thoughts of hidden treasures or magical paths. Following the shimmering trail, Hannah encounters the playful ladybug, Lulu, who adds to the sense of enchantment and wonder, hinting that the meadow is full of secrets, surprises, and new friends waiting to be discovered.

Sotto la cappa del camino, chera come una mezza tramoggia enorme rovesciata, la vecchia Pentagora, quella sera, borbottava tra se piu del solito, mordicchiando le cocche del grosso fazzoletto nero, di lana, che teneva in capo, annodato sotto il mento.Come se le stipe e i tizzoni, scoppiettando, cigolando o levando fanfaluche, le parlassero, ella soleva tutto il giorno, li, aggrondata e ingrugnata, far lunghi discorsi col fuoco, e ogni tanto gestiva a scatti, con le mani secche, nere, dalle dita agilissime. Parlava continuamente cosi, tra se, fondendo le parole precipitose, quasi imitasse un ruzzolio di fusi.Le rare volte che si levava dal canto del fuoco e andava a ronzare come un moscone per casa, pareva saggirasse in un sogno smanioso, con gli occhi senza sguardo, le dita sempre irrequiete. Scopriva talvolta.... non si sapeva che cosa, nei muri, per terra, per aria: si arrestava incantata a mirare con gli occhi chiari, ilari, parlanti; la faccia cotta dal fuoco le si allargava in un sorriso di beatitudine, che destava una certa invidia mista di costernazione pure in coloro che la commiseravano.Che vedeva? Perche sorrideva cosi?

"I WONDER what keeps Kitty!" said Mrs. Tremain.It was growing late of an October afternoon, and it was indeed quite time for Kitty to be at home from school. Mrs. Tremain had been twice to the door to look for her daughter, and still no Kitty was to be seen."I suspect some of the school-girls have coaxed her away!" answered Cousin Tilly. "Thats the worst of Kitty. She can be coaxed into doing any thing. She is just her father over again, in that as well as in her looks!""I am sure I hope not!" said Mrs. Tremain, with an anxious expression. "I had hoped Kitty was gaining more firmness!"And again she went to the door to look for Kitty. This time she saw her coming slowly with her hat pulled far down over her face, and her movements expressing any thing but high spirits. Mrs. Tremain went down to the gate to meet her daughter.

I SUPPOSE a pleasanter kitchen was hardly ever seen than the one in which my story commences. It was not one of those under-ground places, with little square windows close to the low ceiling, and on a level with the street, or shut in by a grim area-wall, in which so many girls spend all their working time, without being able to see so much as a square foot of sky, except by twisting their heads half off their shoulders. No, it was a high, light room, with two large windows, which let in so much light and air that the geraniums and verbenas on the window seats flourished as if they had been in a green-house; and looking out upon a square yard, small to be sure, but kept so nicely, and in summer so filled with flowers that it was a pleasure to look into it. There were no flowers or other growing things to be seen, however, at the time our story commences, for the ground was frozen hard, and covered with a light snow, which a cold wind was driving here and there, and twirling high up into the air, till the flakes caught the sunbeams and glittered like showers of diamonds.

Jack was proud of the bridge, for it was his own. The thought of building a bridge over the river had been his own original thought; the device of the bridge had been his own original device, and the money required for its erection had come solely out of his own pocket, advanced for the public good, with no hope of its return till after the lapse of many years, when the penny toll levied upon every crosser should have realised the outlay. The bridge might not be built upon very scientific principles, but in spite of many a laugh at Jacks expense, and many a prophecy from some wise passer-by, that it would last as many nights as days, it had already borne three years wear, and at least one good winter-flood before this particular night with which we have to do. But this nights flood was a different thing to that of two years back; indeed the country-folk had said, as they had crossed the bridge to market on Saturday morning, that never in their memory had the river risen so high. And though Jack wore a cheerful countenance as he took his toll, and assured each one that his bridge was good for sixty years, deep down in his heart there lurked a secret fear each night, as he lay down to sleep, that he might wake to find it had been carried away while he slept; but since market-day three days had gone by, and still the bridge hung bravely over the roaring stream.

IT was recess, and most of the girls in the middle department of Miss Warners school were gathered on the steps of the portico, as Laura Bartlett, who had not been in school the first part of the afternoon, made her appearance, evidently full of some great piece of information. Laura was news-carrier in general to the school, and Harriet Reed had in consequence given her the appellation of the "Daily Gazette." She was in such a hurry to communicate her tidings that she ran up the steps without holding up her dress, thereby gaining a serious stumble. But her ardor was not damped in the least."Oh, girls!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I have heard such a piece of news. What do you think?""I think you have torn your dress nicely," said Harriet Reed."What is it, Laura, what is it?" exclaimed three or four voices. "Do tell us what you mean."

r 1878 tog jag min medicine doktorsexamen vid universitetet i London och begav mig darefter till Netley for att genomg militarlakarekursen. Sedan jag darstades avslutat mina studier, blev jag som bataljonslakare anstalld vid 5:te Northumberlandska fusilierregementet. Detta var den tiden forlagt i Indien, och innan jag hunnit dit, hade redan det andra kriget med Afghanistan utbrutit. Nar jag landsteg i Bombay fick jag veta, att den kr, jag tillhorde, redan ryckt fram genom bergpassen och befann sig ett gott stycke in p fiendens omrde. Jag foljde emellertid genast efter i sallskap med en mangd officerare, vilka befunno sig i samma belagenhet som jag, och lyckades oskadd uppn Candahar, dar jag omedelbart tradde i tjanstgoring.

Ela passou anos a tentar esquecer. Ele vai fazer de tudo para que ela se lembre.Um romance de segundas oportunidades no terceiro volume da série Wells Ranch.Durante mais de uma década, Blair Hart evitou o regresso a Wells Canyon. Porem, quando o estado de saude da me se agrava, ela no tem outra alternativa a no ser voltar e enfrentar os fantasmas do passado. Numa cidade to pequena, Blair sabe que sera impossivel no se cruzar com Denver Wells, o cowboy que lhe partiu o coraço tantos anos antes, mas isso no signifi ca que esteja preparada para a forma como ele parece ser capaz de fazer o tempo voltar atras apenas com um sorriso.Em treze anos, Denver conseguiu arranjar maneira de manter afastados os seus demonios pessoais, mas tudo muda com o regresso de Blair, que literalmente o derruba da sua sela. Contudo, para poder sonhar sequer em reconquista-la, ele tera de provar que e capaz de ser o homem de que ela precisa, o homem que em tempos ela amou.Dedicada de corpo e alma a assistencia a me, Blair no parece disponivel para reviver a relaço complicada que tiveram. E Denver vai precisar de muito mais do que o seu habitual charme de cowboy para a convencer a mudar de ideias e refazer o laço entre eles.

Le savant professeur Lasius se leva pour prendre un livre dans sa bibliothèque. De son pas lent et mesuré, il se dirigea vers un in-folio relié en peau de truie, qui pouvait bien être un indigeste Co

Millie the Mole lives a quiet, content life in her cozy, winding burrow beneath the Whispering Woods, surrounded by the rich scents of earth, moss, and the subtle magic of nature. She spends her days carefully tending her tunnels, polishing treasures she has collected, and marveling at the hidden wonders of her underground home. Though her life is safe and familiar, Millie harbors a deep curiosity about the world beyond her burrow. One night, she discovers a mysterious, pulsing glow beneath the soil, beckoning her with an irresistible allure. Torn between comfort and adventure, Millie summons her courage and steps into the unknown, feeling the thrill of discovery and the spark of bravery that propels her toward a magical world waiting just beyond the familiar tunnels of her home.

Em tempos de independência e vozes conflitantes, o tema da autoridade espiritual parece, para muitos, ultrapassado ou até polêmico. No entanto, o pastor Silas Malafaia mostra que esse princípio não é