Frances Owen
@francesowen.bsky.social
Books, history, writing
Editor, Historia magazine @historia-hwa.bsky.social, but not working while I'm here
2x judge for the HWA Gold Crown Award
Editor, Historia magazine @historia-hwa.bsky.social, but not working while I'm here
2x judge for the HWA Gold Crown Award
It was a great task, really inspiring
July 4, 2025 at 2:34 PM
It was a great task, really inspiring
There she is at last.
The Venus. Her famous bottom like a blancmange served up for the men who gawp and drool, schoolboys in a tuck shop, while Mrs Pankhurst starves in prison.
Or a rump steak.
The gallery's quiet now.
I slip my meat cleaver from my leg o' mutton sleeve.
'Votes for Women!'
#WriteCBC
The Venus. Her famous bottom like a blancmange served up for the men who gawp and drool, schoolboys in a tuck shop, while Mrs Pankhurst starves in prison.
Or a rump steak.
The gallery's quiet now.
I slip my meat cleaver from my leg o' mutton sleeve.
'Votes for Women!'
#WriteCBC
July 4, 2025 at 12:11 AM
There she is at last.
The Venus. Her famous bottom like a blancmange served up for the men who gawp and drool, schoolboys in a tuck shop, while Mrs Pankhurst starves in prison.
Or a rump steak.
The gallery's quiet now.
I slip my meat cleaver from my leg o' mutton sleeve.
'Votes for Women!'
#WriteCBC
The Venus. Her famous bottom like a blancmange served up for the men who gawp and drool, schoolboys in a tuck shop, while Mrs Pankhurst starves in prison.
Or a rump steak.
The gallery's quiet now.
I slip my meat cleaver from my leg o' mutton sleeve.
'Votes for Women!'
#WriteCBC
The cell door slams.
Chill air. Flagstones curl her bare feet.
Distempered walls sweat damp in the window's narrow light.
She wraps her arms round her rough robe against shivering.
Mould and, faintly, urine sour her nose. That old smell.
Prayer's all that's left.
Sister Ann kneels, smiling
#WriteCBC
Chill air. Flagstones curl her bare feet.
Distempered walls sweat damp in the window's narrow light.
She wraps her arms round her rough robe against shivering.
Mould and, faintly, urine sour her nose. That old smell.
Prayer's all that's left.
Sister Ann kneels, smiling
#WriteCBC
March 7, 2025 at 7:15 AM
The cell door slams.
Chill air. Flagstones curl her bare feet.
Distempered walls sweat damp in the window's narrow light.
She wraps her arms round her rough robe against shivering.
Mould and, faintly, urine sour her nose. That old smell.
Prayer's all that's left.
Sister Ann kneels, smiling
#WriteCBC
Chill air. Flagstones curl her bare feet.
Distempered walls sweat damp in the window's narrow light.
She wraps her arms round her rough robe against shivering.
Mould and, faintly, urine sour her nose. That old smell.
Prayer's all that's left.
Sister Ann kneels, smiling
#WriteCBC
Haha! Good sleuthing
January 2, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Haha! Good sleuthing
Thank you!
I'd never have got 'emrods'...
I'd never have got 'emrods'...
January 1, 2025 at 3:10 PM
Thank you!
I'd never have got 'emrods'...
I'd never have got 'emrods'...
That was outstanding. Thank you all!
November 26, 2024 at 6:50 PM
That was outstanding. Thank you all!