Angie Allanby

Joined February 2021

22 stories

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Lover of earth. Citizen of the world. Seeker of truth.

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The Great Chef
Once upon a time there was a Great Chef who was well known and revered for the deep love he held for all, the generosity he displayed and the delicious, medicinal delicacies that he created.
By Angie Allanbyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bumblebee
Spring morning after rain. Clean-washed butter light floods the room around me, warming my skin and splashing in wild abandon onto the carpet. I want to play too: I laugh, and lie flat on my back, willing all of the splashing rays into my arms.
By Angie Allanby3 years ago in Journal
Grey Titanic
I don't want to go. I sit on the dock and cry. Mister and Missus are excited, people are crowding everywhere, loud. They do not see.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Fiction
Where Are You Going?
Salutations, Earthling. I come in peace. I see that all is not well on this beautiful, delicate planet at this time. I see lies, manipulations, bondages, shame; beings treating other beings horrifically. There is greed and excess, scarcity, poverty and suffering.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Futurism
Dear Netflix
I trust all is well in your world of entertainment :) I have a few questions. But mainly, what’s up with all the violent movies that you are showing atm?
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Geeks
Home to Me...
I sit cross legged in the evening rays - a yellow glow warms the air, autumn-leaf-golden - the sun aged after a day.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Poets
A Story About A Forest. Top Story - September 2021.
Once upon a time there was a gorgeous, lush forest that teemed with life and vibrance. The forest was protected by highly official documents, laws and legislation, unharm-able, loved and nurtured by all who lived by it. Baby squirrels played and chased each other up and down majestic trunks from dawn to dusk. Nestled in great roots were settlements of mushroom villages and fat bugs of all shapes, sizes and colours wove in between the little umbrellas. Food was abundant, air was clean and sweet and seldom was there a crash that told of a fallen giant. When there was, new saplings rose up tall, growing strong upon the wisdom of the old bark beneath their roots.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Fiction
Orchard of Beauty
They lay side by side, holding hands, gazing up into the fresh spring dusting of lime-coloured shoots and fragrant blossom.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Families
The Art of Weaving Beauty
Trent and Isabel Miller fidgeted nervously in their seats. How is everyone so calm? - thought Izzy. I want to explode! I think I’m going to be sick…
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Families
Hope Like a Cork
Rain sluiced down the windshield, and sploshed against the windows. Darkness had drawn in quickly, thanks to impenetrable black clouds that dumped their bounty over the small community town that Trent now called home. He sat watching the drops splash, his thoughts a hundred miles away…
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Families
The Craziness of Love
Trent held Izzy close. The spring air nipped, and he tightened the circle of his arms around her shoulders. They stood on their new balcony overlooking the valley, the lake far below.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Fiction
The Meeting of Hearts
Izzy chose carefully her favourite clothes to pack - she intended to make the best impression possible, for Trent to be proud of her…. At the thought, her heart beat wildly! Not often does a girl meet her husband’s sister at the same time as he does. If she was confused, imagine what Trent must be feeling! He had been in another world since finding out about Abby, one moment desperate to meet her and the next, embarrassed of his past, his criminal record, his scars - and then he would avoid discussing the subject at any cost.
By Angie Allanby4 years ago in Families