Anne Quillbie
@annequillbie.bsky.social
Author of the Pippasham Annals.
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Revisiting a section I enjoyed writing.
The Pippasham Annals, book 1, story 3. Featuring James, Edward and Clara, as told by Clara.
The Pippasham Annals, book 1, story 3. Featuring James, Edward and Clara, as told by Clara.
December 21, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Revisiting a section I enjoyed writing.
The Pippasham Annals, book 1, story 3. Featuring James, Edward and Clara, as told by Clara.
The Pippasham Annals, book 1, story 3. Featuring James, Edward and Clara, as told by Clara.
The Pippasham Annals
by
Anne Quillbie
Pippasham is a small town
towards the East coast of England
It is often ignored by geographer
and historians alike.
by
Anne Quillbie
Pippasham is a small town
towards the East coast of England
It is often ignored by geographer
and historians alike.
November 6, 2025 at 4:49 PM
The Pippasham Annals
by
Anne Quillbie
Pippasham is a small town
towards the East coast of England
It is often ignored by geographer
and historians alike.
by
Anne Quillbie
Pippasham is a small town
towards the East coast of England
It is often ignored by geographer
and historians alike.
Reposted by Anne Quillbie
Reposted by Anne Quillbie
Word of the day is ‘catch-fart’ (17th century: an obsequious individual who will always follow the political wind.
January 20, 2025 at 12:14 PM
Word of the day is ‘catch-fart’ (17th century: an obsequious individual who will always follow the political wind.
A limerick for the London Underground.
Bakerloo, Waterloo & City,
District, Hammersmith & City.
Circle, Metropolitan,
Central, Northern,
Jubilee, Victoria, and Piccadilly.
Bakerloo, Waterloo & City,
District, Hammersmith & City.
Circle, Metropolitan,
Central, Northern,
Jubilee, Victoria, and Piccadilly.
December 5, 2024 at 5:11 AM
A limerick for the London Underground.
Bakerloo, Waterloo & City,
District, Hammersmith & City.
Circle, Metropolitan,
Central, Northern,
Jubilee, Victoria, and Piccadilly.
Bakerloo, Waterloo & City,
District, Hammersmith & City.
Circle, Metropolitan,
Central, Northern,
Jubilee, Victoria, and Piccadilly.
A short poem about summertime:
The kids smell of chlorine,
Fresh out of the pool.
It's the middle of the afternoon,
So they must be out of school.
I'm bathed by a screen light
Just a working fool.
The kids smell of chlorine,
Fresh out of the pool.
It's the middle of the afternoon,
So they must be out of school.
I'm bathed by a screen light
Just a working fool.
December 5, 2024 at 5:08 AM
A short poem about summertime:
The kids smell of chlorine,
Fresh out of the pool.
It's the middle of the afternoon,
So they must be out of school.
I'm bathed by a screen light
Just a working fool.
The kids smell of chlorine,
Fresh out of the pool.
It's the middle of the afternoon,
So they must be out of school.
I'm bathed by a screen light
Just a working fool.
Small passages of my writing that bring me joy:
"So I was with him, and we started getting kinky in the kitchen. Which was fun.
But then he dipped his dick into a jar of mayonnaise and expected me to suck it off.
So disgusting.
It was store brand mayonnaise."
"So I was with him, and we started getting kinky in the kitchen. Which was fun.
But then he dipped his dick into a jar of mayonnaise and expected me to suck it off.
So disgusting.
It was store brand mayonnaise."
December 5, 2024 at 5:02 AM
Small passages of my writing that bring me joy:
"So I was with him, and we started getting kinky in the kitchen. Which was fun.
But then he dipped his dick into a jar of mayonnaise and expected me to suck it off.
So disgusting.
It was store brand mayonnaise."
"So I was with him, and we started getting kinky in the kitchen. Which was fun.
But then he dipped his dick into a jar of mayonnaise and expected me to suck it off.
So disgusting.
It was store brand mayonnaise."
Small passages of my writing that bring me joy:
“I shall enjoy seeing all you care to show me,” he told me.
I’m sure he would.
He really hadn't changed much.
“Of the library,” he added.
Yeah, right.
From within my panties, the expression “to dampen one’s ardour” now seemed to mean the opposite.
“I shall enjoy seeing all you care to show me,” he told me.
I’m sure he would.
He really hadn't changed much.
“Of the library,” he added.
Yeah, right.
From within my panties, the expression “to dampen one’s ardour” now seemed to mean the opposite.
November 23, 2024 at 5:55 AM
Small passages of my writing that bring me joy:
“I shall enjoy seeing all you care to show me,” he told me.
I’m sure he would.
He really hadn't changed much.
“Of the library,” he added.
Yeah, right.
From within my panties, the expression “to dampen one’s ardour” now seemed to mean the opposite.
“I shall enjoy seeing all you care to show me,” he told me.
I’m sure he would.
He really hadn't changed much.
“Of the library,” he added.
Yeah, right.
From within my panties, the expression “to dampen one’s ardour” now seemed to mean the opposite.
Small passages of my writing that bring me joy:
A penny dropped.
A large chocolate penny.
My mind unwrapped and ate it.
The memory was delicious.
A penny dropped.
A large chocolate penny.
My mind unwrapped and ate it.
The memory was delicious.
November 23, 2024 at 5:51 AM
Small passages of my writing that bring me joy:
A penny dropped.
A large chocolate penny.
My mind unwrapped and ate it.
The memory was delicious.
A penny dropped.
A large chocolate penny.
My mind unwrapped and ate it.
The memory was delicious.
Reposted by Anne Quillbie
Word of the Day is a true favourite, as some of you will know.
Apricity (17th century) is the warmth of the sun on a winter’s day.
Apricity (17th century) is the warmth of the sun on a winter’s day.
November 17, 2024 at 10:09 AM
Word of the Day is a true favourite, as some of you will know.
Apricity (17th century) is the warmth of the sun on a winter’s day.
Apricity (17th century) is the warmth of the sun on a winter’s day.