Writing prompts for June: angels and devils

‘Now, my dears,’ said old Mrs Rabbit one morning, ‘you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden.’

The Tale of Peter Rabbit, written by Beatrix Potter in 1893, revised and, after several publishers’ rejections, privately printed by Potter in 1901)

‘It is possible for angels to become devils and … for devils to become angels.’

The Lucifer Effect, Philip Zimbardo, 2007

‘Seeking to make peace, I threw in a word in praise of the liberty of opinion in France. I could hardly have shot more amiss. There was an instant silence, and a great wagging of significant heads.’

An Inland Voyage, R. L. Stevenson, 1911-12

‘A look had appeared in Tommy’s eyes that made me catch my breath. It was one I hadn’t seen for a long time and that belonged to the Tommy who’d had to be barricaded inside a classroom while he kicked over desks.’

Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro, 2005

‘There is something ugly within all of us.

I mean, I guess so. I felt powerless and that made me seek power, and I found it in fear. But it was my own fear that urged me to seek out the fear in others.’

The Night Alphabet, Joelle Taylor, 2024

‘There is no record of what Mr Bronte thought of his son’s new venture: any letters he may have written on the subject were not kept. Like many other parents, he was silent about his daughters’ achievements until after they were dead and one of them was famous: he was consistently silent about his boy.’

The Internal World of Branwell Bronte, Daphne du Maurier, 1960

Mr Darcy – hero or villain???

Writing prompts for May 2026: something for our taste buds

Everyone was a little tense … but that’s as far as it went until the quail were served. It wasn’t enough he’d made his wife jealous earlier, for when Pedro tasted his first mouthful, he couldn’t help closing his eyes in voluptuous delight and exclaiming, ‘It’s a dish for the gods!’

(Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate, 1989)

The smell of blue grapes is sweet…

The intoxicating view tantalizes.

Your voice is hollow and cheerless,

But I’m not feeling sorry for anyone, not anyone.

(Anna Akhmatova, 1889-1966)

Herodotus, the Greek writer of the fifth century B.C. known as the ‘father of history’, explained that gathering cassia, a form of cinnamon, involved donning a full-body suit made from the hides of oxen, covering everything but the eyes.

(Tom Standage, An Edible History of Humanity by Atlantic Books, 2009)

Wine was created for the solace of man, as a slight compensation, we are told, for the creation of woman, who was merely created to keep him on the move and busy generally.

(The Savoy Cocktail Book, Constable & Co., London 1930)

Pudding (like parking and steak) is now a French word. Indeed, it entered the language in the seventeenth century, and almost every bakery in Paris sells its version of what was originally a simple English bread pudding.

(re Pudding Diplomate in Le Cordon Blue At Home, Hearts Books, New York, 1991)

I love bread pudding… Happy writing!