I Need That Horse Story Now!

This is super adorable! Silver and cats go perfectly together, thanks for writing.

Could you write Silver getting a cat please?

Silver smiled, the corners of his lips curling slowly as he listened to the kitten purr as it eagerly nuzzled its forehead against the side of his leg. “That will not make me go any quicker.” He muttered, not that the pet would ever respond with much more than a Miaow or even more purring.

He regularly spoke to the cat now that it was a semi-regular staple in the house, coming and going as it pleased, he wasn’t even entirely sure on the creature’s name, he just called it ‘Little’, but always coming around the same time in the evening, when Silver was preparing a meal.

He could have had a maid do it, but Silver found something quite enjoyable in the art of cookery, something about the way that he could put his own unique twist on classic recipes, and the way that whoever he was dining with for the night would savour their meal, before their dessert upstairs.

But tonight, it was just Little that joined him, jumping up through the window that he’d left open to allow them in, and then down again, to slink around his ankles and serve as a tripping hazard as he searched for the bundle of rosemary in the cupboard.

He kept some fish, usually just tinned mackerel, for Little, but as he was cooking fish for himself that night, he had put some to the side, covered with a glass dome, for Little to eat with him.

“If you will be patient, we can sit down and eat together.” Silver said, finding the herbs out, more for garnish than anything, in some of the more high tech worlds that he had visited (he hadn’t particularly enjoyed them even if the mobiles had made finding partners so much easier)he could have made a killing posting pictures of his meals to one of the various social media sites that they all seemed to have. Instapin or something like that, he couldn’t remember.

He scooped Little up and put them on a cushioned chair, he then frowned and left the room. He came back in with two more cushions, picked Little up again (who had jumped up onto the counter to sniff at his meal) and set him on top of the two cushions on top of the chair, so that he could reach his plate.

“There we go, a little more civilised.” He collected their plates and set Little’s down. “Bon Appetite.” He had a glass of wine by his seat and toasted the kitten. “What a way to spend a birthday.”

I mean, it’s not really his cat, but the cat does have him very well trained?

Future archaeologists seeing my ridiculous number of souvenirs and weird stuff: “Well she’s clearly a fully-fledged hoarder or a remarkably accomplished thief or both”

don’t mind me just giving myself a crisis over the fact that, one day we will be archaeology .... just like the archaeology studied today & people may misrepresent us like we do them.

Perhaps. A lady never tells.

Vale: We’re not gonna burn it

Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything

Yeah, when Silver approves, that’s pretty much a guarantee you’ve got something wrong. 😂

Oh my god, me and my family do that so hard. We’re not from Somerset but still, I love that idea!

I've got two characters, Tessa and Evangeline, who are both from Somerset and whilst neither of them have particularly strong accents, I love the idea of when they are talking to each other, the accents just get stronger and stronger until its full blown

This is very pretty, that building looks beautiful!

Please help me, I still have cancer and my last post isn't getting me help anymore

Hi, most of you have probably seen my last post that looked like this:

So the post now has over 12 thousand notes, and as great as it is to have that many notes..

I'm not getting anymore donations or notes from it and I'm really scared that it's because it has so many notes, that people are just looking past it now.

So I'm starting over with a new post.

About a month or two ago I made that post when I had absolutely nothing, and through a LOT of peoples kindness, I was able to buy my medicine and get a months worth of cancer treatment done.. but now it is September 1st and here in a couple of days I will be out of my medicine and due for my blood treatment but I once again have no way of paying for it.

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Some warm poetry, for cold evenings:

Molly Fisk, “Winter Sun” (We can make do with so little / just the hint of warmth, the slanted light.)

Pat Schneider, “The Patience of Ordinary Things” (It is a kind of love, is it not? / how the cup holds the tea.)

Barbara Ras, “Bite Every Sorrow” (You can speak a foreign language, sometimes / and it can mean something.)

Jack Gilbert, “Failing and Flying” (Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.)

Lisel Mueller, “Things” (Even what was beyond us / was recast in our image; / we gave the country a heart, / the storm an eye)

Rabindranath Tagore, “On the Seashore” (The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach / On the seashore of endless worlds children meet)

John O’Donohue, “Matins” (May I live this day / Compassionate of heart / Gentle in word / Courageous in thought)

Wallace Stevens, “The House Was Quiet and The World Was Calm” (The summer night is like a perfection of thought. / The house was quiet because it had to be)

Brian Patten, “Inessential Things” (Cats remember what is essential of days)

Emily Dickinson, “Simplicity” (How happy is the little stone / that rambles in the road, alone)

Yi Lu, “Valley’s Green” (flowers like tiny saucers — little bowls — little cups / filled to the brim with their own colors)

Jacques Prévert, “How to Paint a Bird’s Portrait” (When the bird comes / if it comes / observe the most profound silence)

Archibald MacLeish, “Eleven” (Happy as though he had no name, as though
 / He had been no one: like a leaf, a stem,
 / Like a root growing…)

Denise Levertov, “A Woman Alone” (Then / self-pity dries up, a joy / untainted by guilt lifts her. / She has fears, but not about loneliness)

Richard Brautigan, “Your Catfish Friend” (I’d love you and be your catfish / friend and drive such lonely / thoughts from your mind)

Linda Gregg, “The Letter” (I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking
 / good care of myself)

Andrew Lang, “Ballade of True Wisdom” (And I’d leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, / For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers)

Ada Limón, “The Raincoat” (my whole life I’ve been under her / raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel / that I never got wet.)

Jorge Luis Borges, “The Just” (These people, unaware, are saving the world)

Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” (I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.)

Me having never broken anything: what the actual hell.

Invisible Library characters as stupid things that I've done

Irene: missed her stop on the train because she was reading not once, not twice but four times on three seperate occasions

Kai: fallen down the stairs of a bookshop because he couldn't see over the top of the pile of books in his hands

Vale: set fire to a science experiment because he was bored

Silver: fallen over laughing and been too drunk to stand up again.

Everiste: missed a train so he burst into tears

Li Ming: went ice skating, fell through the frozen lake and got pnemonia

Ao Shun: got stuck three miles from home in the middle of a thunder storm because he thought he could run faster than a storm

Ao Guang: fallen into the canal because he didn't want to cycle through a patch of mud.

Love this

Irene: Care to sit? I'm sure you'd like to take some weight of your cloven hooves.

Bradamant: Calling me the devil? How original, Irene.

Irene: Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat.