Author Archives: Zoe Nightingale

About Zoe Nightingale

I am a writer of short stories, novels, poetry and non fiction.

Astrology Is Nonsense

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ix_DEto6nH4#t=2786.554603061 Randi, Stephen Fry, and the professional astronomer are right, I did an academic study of astrology at University in the late seventies, early eighties and it is absolute tosh and an insult to the intelligence. I don’t know … Continue reading

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The Myopia Paradox

1 Cobras do not strike in sunlight, rattlers never rattle when they’re wet. That’s all you have to know about council officers. Fionnghan MacIain, the assistant curator fell into the second category. I should have slipped him a quart of … Continue reading

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The Man Who Ate The Ocean

Every day, with the noon-tide, Andre continues in his plan to eat the ocean. Grasping, clutching, sucking, licking his way he moves from the Adriatic to the Mediterranean, from the Mediterranean to the Atlantic. No sea is safe from Andre’s … Continue reading

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Don’t Go There.

It was a dare. And a very scary one. St Tibulus’s church with its crumbling stone walls was fenced off and signposted: “DANGEROUS”. Most people haven’t heard of St Tibulus — except for an episode of Father Ted — and … Continue reading

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The Lost World of Fahrenheit 451

I clutched the telephone receiver in my hot, red, white knuckled hand. My iPhone was no longer working. The computer had stopped working too. Only the old fashioned telephone was still crackling out a voice into my ear. And now … Continue reading

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Readability

  I just wrote an opening paragraph in my notebook. Don’t know where it’s going at this stage. But this is what I wrote: “More rats, these days. Don’t know what that means. One just ran across the pavement. They’ve … Continue reading

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Hold the Kleenex, There’s a Different Way To Read This Film.

  Just watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s Of course, I’ve watched it before, but I always enjoy it, right up to the last three minutes, which is an awful awful, tacked on, sentimental, Hollywood ending. t And of course, that wasn’t … Continue reading

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