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literary-spirit · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5

The next day after first meal Bjorn, Torvi, and Bonnie cleaned out Rollo's old keep. The place was filthy. Rats the size of small puppies had made the place home and she wasn't entirely sure they weren't leaving without a knock down drag out. Aside from the rats, cobwebs and huge furry spiders dominated every crack and crevice in the structure. The situation was so dismal, she'd begun to have second thoughts. By the smug expression on Bjorn's face, she could tell he already knew she was about two seconds away from begging him to stay. Yet, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not even if she had to accept canine inspired rodents

and tarantula like spiders as her new housemates.

Once they removed most of the dry rotted furniture and she'd thoroughly scrubbed the wooden plank floors with the same lard soap they actually used to bathe with, Bjorn said they were done for the time being. Since several hours of sunlight still remained in the day, Bjorn opted to go fishing at the harbor, while Torvi went off to train with the keep's other shield maidens. Bonnie decided to remain behind to work on a spell that would transform the ingredients she gathered the day before into things needed for her hygienic care.

From the first incantation, she could tell something was off. To say something was different with her magic would've been an understatement. Kind of like calling the sun sort of hot. Yeah, she'd always been powerful, thanks to her lineage, but there was altogether a new level of potency to her sorcery. Even the aftereffect of her spell presented in a way it had never done before. This new development caused simple enchantments that had become second nature to her, to get all twisted. And after about an hour of dealing with the same results over and over again, the frustration was fucking real! She slapped some of the ingredients off the stone table.

Damn it! She hadn't had a bath in almost four days. Pretty soon, she would be looking and smelling like who did it and why the hell you let it happen. "Shit, I wish I had my L'Occitane Almond Shower Scrub Duo from home in my hands right now!"

A tingling sizzle tickled the palms before the body scrub duo materialized in her hands. Shock nearly drove her to drop the containers, but she recovered in time and placed them on the table. Holy hell? What is happening? She stared at the half-used bottles from her and Niklaus' master bathroom. How the hell did she conjure these? She wasn't a conjurer. But then again, did she really conjure them or wish for them? Wait! Then did that mean she'd somehow fucked over the immortal witch spell and now she was a got damn Jinn?! She didn't wanna be a Jinn!

Shit! Stay calm. She shouldn't panic and since Jinns couldn't make wishes themselves there's no way she could be one. Hell, she could prove she wasn't a Jinn and correct one of their latest fuck ups in the process.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "I wish I was home." Slowly, her lids lifted to reveal the same hovel she stood in before she closed her eyes. An ache cracked her chest wide, "I don't understand. Why am I here?"

"To save my sons," an imperious, but deferential voice said from behind her.

She spun around to find the Queen of Kattegat, standing in her little hole in the wall. "Queen Aslaug." Her head dipped in a bow.

"Please, do not bow to me. It is I who should bow to you," she swept down in a graceful bow. "The sorcery within demands that I must. The mystical energy that surrounds you overwhelms and amazes."

Not knowing what the hell else to say, Bonnie focused on the Queen's prior admission. "Why'd you say I'm here to save your sons?"

"Because it is the truth. I dreamt of you, before you arrived," Queen Aslaug moved around the stone table, eyeing the shower scrub duo as she went. Once in front of her she stopped and clasped hands with her. "Your presence balances the scales against the many calamities waiting to wreak havoc on us all. I've foreseen it."

"Queen Aslaug-," she began.

"Let us not provoke the gods by further talks of this nature," she squeezed Bonnie's hands before releasing them. "You should go sit by the water in the cove before second meal."

Bonnie grabbed her shower duo from the stone table and placed them in the now empty basket. "Well, I did wanna wash." She gathered her last day dress, which was stiff, rough, brown, and barely grazed her ankles. It, however, was clean.

"Then wash you must," Queen Aslaug cosigned. Her gaze darted around the keep, "Bjorn, informed me you'll be residing here." She turned back to face Bonnie. "I'd offer for you a bench in the great hall, but I believe you to prefer privacy over comfort."

Bonnie gripped the handle of the basket with both hands. "That's true."

Queen Aslaug nodded. "While you're gone, I'll have thralls come finish putting your keep to rights."

"Thank you," Bonnie said.

"It is the very least I can do," Queen Aslaug said before turning to leave.

****

After her shower under the waterfall Bonnie felt more like herself. Though she was still confused by all that had transpired since she fell backwards in time at least she'd gained some stability. Now she'd be able to start gathering the pieces and putting things together. Once she finished oiling her body she redressed and headed back into the woods. Not long into her trek she realized she was being stalked. The sun had begun to make its descent. She didn't have long before darkness fell and whatever stalked her attempted to turn her cakes into a meal.

She thought about making a run for it but every show she'd ever seen on animal planet cautioned to never willingly offer chase to a predator. Yet, she was a melanin gifted woman in a melanin challenged land, slasher flick rule numero uno demanded that she haul ass. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.

Bonnie released a harassed sigh. She neither wanted to get sweaty or bloody, "Look, you and I both know you're there so come on out. If you're gonna try and kill me you can at least face me before you carry out the deed."

A collection of seconds turned into a minute before she finally saw movement in the multiplying shadows. Moments later a shit ton of wolves varying in sizes and color inched forth on their bellies into the fading light of day.

Each kept their heads resting on their front paws and their eyes downcast. A wolf the size of a small pony covered in golden white fur with a pair of crystal blue eyes

continued to creep forward until his snout practically touched the toe of her shoe. Werewolves? In the Viking era? Of course, there are because no matter what the weird and freaky better known as the supernatural always seemed to know exactly where to find her! She was a fucking beacon for the strange and unexplained.

Bonnie squatted to trail her finger through the tufts of fur between his ears. "How are you all in your wolf forms when there hasn't been a full moon since I arrived. Either you're hybrid or cursed and since it'll be over another hundred years before the first hybrid is made, then you must be cursed." She trailed her hands over the length of the wolf's body. Though she sensed wild but potent magic, she didn't sense any dark energy it would take to invoke a curse. "Yet, I don't sense any dark magic." She stared into the wolf's eyes, "You fur babies must be something else altogether."

The wolf shimmered from canine to man, and then stood. One minute a gorgeous animal sat facing Bonnie, and the next all she saw was a slab of meat wearing a turtleneck of golden hair. She glanced up into a face that was cloaked in shadows by the light of the sun. For a moment, her next heartbeat refused to pound.

"Klaus?" She whispered.

A hand reached down to help her up. "I'm known as Ansel, Goddess."

"Ansel..." Wait, could he be..., "Why did you call me goddess?"

He laughed and the corners of his eyes crinkled the way Klaus' did when something genuinely amused him. "Because that is what you are, the Goddess of Twilight."

Her eyes popped. What in the Stephanie Meyer madness was he talking about? "E-excuse me who?"

"The prophecy foretold your arrival," Ansel said, still clasping her hand in his. "It was divined, your appearance would relink the descendants of Fenrir with their witchery lineage thereby affording us control over our shift."

This sounded like some sun and moon curse mumbo jumbo. Disregarding his nudity, she stepped closer. "Who spoke of this prophecy to you?" Maybe this person was a millennial throwback as well.

"We've always known of this foretelling," Ansel said, punching holes through the hope she'd managed to gather, "but the one who came before you did confirm the prophecy would come to past."

"The one who came before me?" She questioned, practically dripping desperation.

"Yes, the dark woman," Ansel answered, his eyes searching hers. "She lives deeper in the forest. Not many non-shifters venture that far into the woods. For those who have a mind to try, there are spells and curses in place to ensure no one unwanted reaches her."

"Ansel, I have to speak with her," she dropped her basket and covered both of their hands with her other, "Can you take me to her?"

His head bobbed. "Come," he knelt and picked up her basket, "it'll be quicker if you hoist yourself on my back."

****

By the time they made it to the tiny shack deep in the forest, night had fallen. Yet, the zillion twinkling stars in the black velvet sky were able to pierce the canopy of leaves and provide an adequate amount of light for Bonnie to see. Ansel placed her on the ground a foot or so away from the door of the shack. The familiar energy wafting from the keep embraced her. She knew this magic. This was the magic of her ancestors. It was Bennett magic. Her magic.

The cloth barrier to the dwelling shifted and out stepped Ayanna Bennett.

She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, but she could've been older. Bonnie had come to know her well during her brief afterlife on the other side. "You have the look of my mother. I don't even have to sense it to know you're my own."

For the first time since she'd been dropped in the middle of time Bonnie broke. She tumbled into Ayanna's arms and fell to pieces.

"Help me," she whispered.

"You're the answer to all of our cries," Ayanna whispered next to her ear. "The Goddess of All would not have sent you to us lacking. Whatever is needed you already carry with you. Come, we have much to discuss."

Once inside, Bonnie sat on a wooden bench next to a stone alter.

Ayanna handed her a smoldering cup of tan liquid. "Drink, it's an herbal concoction meant to ease fits. It also aids in uncluttering your third sight." Without further urging, she sipped the tea. "Now, tell me all."

"It all started with this ancient evil and an immortal man willing to sacrifice his eternity to save his child," she began, "and the sacrifice his lover made so he wouldn't have to." For the next several hours Bonnie recounted the entire twisted tale of her and Klaus. By the time she was finished, she could barely keep her eyes open.

"So, why do you believe this Niklaus is the Viking to which the prophecy refers?" Ayanna questioned.

Bonnie laughed like Ayanna had out joked Kevin Hart. "Who else is of Viking descent and stronger than Klaus?"

"Who else indeed! Seems to me, all you have to do is march back to Kattegat and tap one of the many Vikings there on the shoulder. I wager any number of them is stronger than this Niklaus," she said, waving a hand as if she was waving off the very thought of Klaus. "And why would you want to form a mate bond with him? The same disrespectful dolt who places other witches over you in his regard. As if anyone other than a witch of our familial line could shoulder the burden of being the eternal witch."

Bonnie's eyes closed and remained so. "Did I mention Ansel's his father?"

"Ansel?"

Klaus' fathers name is the last thing Bonnie heard Ayanna speak before sleep claimed her.

****

"We have to get her back. The sons of Ragnar Lothbrok is ripping away the forest looking for her," Ansel's voice penetrated the thick fog of sleep that held her captive.

She heard a clucking sound, then Ayanna. "Calm yourself. They'll never make it past the first line of magic."

"That is what I'm trying to tell you, woman," Ansel bellowed. Frustration clear and plain in his tone, "they already have."

"What? How is that..." Ayanna's voice trailed off. "It's her. Her magic shields them. Why is this so?" A moment past, and then she felt Ayanna's lips at her ear. "You've learned many things on your spiritual voyage last eve. Things which must be considered. You have to return, Bonnie. For not only have you and your wolf achieved the goal you sought, but you've also attained so much more."

When next she opened her eyes, she was laying on a pile of fallen leaves and wildflowers. Her basket sat next to her head, while every last son of Ragnar stood staring down at her with varying expressions. Actually, everyone except Ivar who more or less leaned over her shooting her a unit inspired with nothing but ill intent.

"Um, good morning," she said, lacking anything of note to say.

****

"I thought you'd been raped and killed by Skogarmaors!" Bjorn yelled in her face as she drooped on a bench in the great hall.

Queen Aslaug's eyes rolled at Bjorn's antics,

while his brothers peered on in silence. Their faces giving nothing away.

She had a banging headache and Bjorn was nowhere close to easing her pain. "I'm sorry, Bjorn. It wasn't my intention to worry you are your family."

"Ack! Loki take your intentions," He threw up his hands and turned away from her, "I have no worries for your intentions. For all I know they're harried paving a path to Helheim."

"Where were you, hmm?" Ivar questioned. His stare unwavering as always. "Your appearance speaks of you being sheltered from the elements. So, who sheltered you?"

"On my way back from the Cove I met someone in the woods. He told me some things that lead me to believe he knew someone who could understand the reason I've come to be here," she said, attempting to be as honest as she could without placing Ansel or Ayanna in danger.

"You said, he told you," Bjorn turned around to face her.

She gave him a slow nod, "yes."

"Name this man," Bjorn demanded.

Reluctantly, she shook her head. "I'd rather not."

"I've heard sagas of a dark woman dwelling in the deep of the forest," Ivar said, while his steady gaze tracked each expression that crossed her face. "Many have spoken tales of her being a witch."

Queen Aslaug laughed. "Ivar, halt with your tales of spirits and witches. You're being distressing."

"Did you allow yourself to be plowed by this man?" Sigurd asked, straight facing the hell out of her.

"Sigurd!" Queen Aslaug released a heavy sigh before taking a sip from her cup.

"What? I'm sure that was Bjorn's next line of questioning," he defended.

"No," Bonnie snapped, chopping Sigurd up with a unit meant to leave him DOA, "There was absolutely no plowing going on between me and this man." To her surprise, Bjorn exhaled a sigh that appeared to be motivated by relief. She stood and walked over to Bjorn. Placing a hand on his arm, she gazed up at him, "the only reason I followed him is for answers. That's all, Bjorn. I swear it upon our oath."

She watched the anger and tension drain from his face as he reached up to cup her cheek. "Did you learn anything?"

"No," she emphasized with a sad dejected shake of the head, "I was given some kind of herbal concoction while there and I fell asleep before finding out anything. When I awakened, you guys were standing over me."

"I'm sure in time you'll have your answers," he allowed his thumb to trace the path of her cheek before returning his hand to his side.

She gazed out the great hall door toward the forest and prayed to the mother of all he was right.

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eatsleepcraftbeer · 4 years ago

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Man cannot survive on bread(ed) fish 🐟 and chips alone. He also needs a solid beer 🍺😉👍to wash it all down. Now typically a #paleale would be best paired with the quintessential English 🇬🇧 #pubfood but I prefer something more robust and full-bodied like a Black Butte Porter from @deschutesbreweryportland. Notes of rich chocolate 🍫 and coffee ☕ - followed by a luscious creaminess with a roasted finish that compliments the #friedfish perfectly. (at Bennett's Fish Shack) https://www.instagram.com/p/CC_dabWJSG3/?igshid=xf5zilxc3xi7

#paleale #pubfood #friedfish

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mavigator · 4 years ago

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photos for proof. although that’s not the lean to that’s my shack that i made when me and bennett had a fight over whether or not it was ethical to kill more fish for food and sacrifices so we drew a line in the sand and divided up the island and i needed shelter but then we made up but the shack was cooler anyways but then a storm came by and destroyed our home and i swear i heard the voices of angels telling me to strangle bennett but i didn’t give in and instead went on a walk to clear my head and when i came back bennett was making grass skirts to dance in

me and bennett got stranded on an island once see we went on a disney cruise but decided it was boring as fuck so we jumped ship but there was a storm and our raft was washed ashore an island so we had to build a lean to to survive the burning sun and i caught a fish with my bare hands and we roasted it over a fire and i don’t think i ever felt more alive i was one with earth and the earth was one with me and then bennett ate some poisonous berries and started foaming at the mouth and i had to force them to throw up so they’d survive and now bennett has a fear of poison but anyways we escaped when a military boat came by we commandeered the vessel and went back home

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lifejustgotawkward · 7 years ago

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365 Day Movie Challenge (2017) - #366: Maudie (2016) - dir. Aisling Walsh (52 Films by Women 2017: #24)

It is a testament to the brilliance of Sally Hawkins that she gives an unforgettable performance in Maudie and it might not even be the best work she has done this year (I can’t wait to see The Shape of Water!). Hawkins completely transforms herself in the role of Canadian painter Maud Lewis (1903-1970), a woman who dealt with the hardships of juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and living in near-poverty with her husband, Everett Lewis (Ethan Hawke, also superb), by creating folk art that was colorful and joyous.

At the start of the film, Maud is kicked out of her own home when her brother, Charles Dowley (Zachary Bennett), decides to sell the family house without consulting her. When confronted with the possibility of having to live with her overbearing Aunt Ida (Gabrielle Rose, a fixture of Canadian cinema), Maud decides to take a chance and move in with a total stranger, fish peddler Everett Lewis, as his housekeeper. Everett is grumpy, disrespectful and sometimes violent towards Maud, and the physical disability caused by her arthritis makes tasks like walking to town even tougher than they might already be, but despite the mistreatment she cares for him. She recognizes that they are both outsiders in other people’s eyes. Begrudgingly, Everett begins to see Maud’s worth and over time he grows to love her back.

Everett and Maud make a home out of their tiny shack, which is on the outskirts of Digby, Nova Scotia. When Maud begins to paint on the walls and windows - her way of fulfilling Everett’s order to “make the place look all right” - her talent is noticed by a well-to-do neighbor, Sandra (Kari Matchett), and before long Maud's vividly rendered portraits are selling in town, becoming so well-regarded throughout North America that Richard Nixon commissioned two paintings from her in the 1960s. At the same time, Maud’s marriage to Everett continues to experience ups and downs, given his problematic temper, but they never stop loving one another. Hawkins and Hawke illustrate the rosy and thorny sides of this complex relationship beautifully.

Throughout the film, Michael Timmins’ score is both sweet and melancholy, while Guy Godfree’s cinematography gives a suitably painterly delicacy to the Canadian landscape scenery and the rustic charms of the Lewis residence. Every minute of the film is absorbing; you will surely find yourself drawn into the story quite easily through its quiet simplicity and the two leads’ powerful acting. Since viewing the film I have read up on parts of Maud Lewis’s life and I know about certain details that were altered for the film - in one instance, I’m not sure that I agree with Aisling Walsh and screenwriter Sherry White’s choice to change some facts so that they fit with their overall image of Maud - but just based on what I saw, Maudie is highly recommended as a poignant biopic that reminds us of how human beings can endure against the odds, both in body and in soul.

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missy-kitten · 7 years ago

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Bennett's Fish Shack

#Bennett's Fish Shack #lunchtime #salad #clam chowder

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oselatra · 7 years ago

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2018 Arkansas Literary Festival Schedule

Some of the highlights.

THURSDAY 4/26

"Then and Now." Art and illustration by Frank Morrison. 5:30 p.m., Hearne Fine Art.

"Bygone Badass Broads." Mackenzi Lee's history of trailblazers. 6 p.m., ESSE Purse Museum.

"The Queen of Rockabilly." Wanda Jackson in concert. 7 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater, $20.

FRIDAY 4/27

"Wanda Jackson Uncensored." Moderated by Anthony DeCurtis. Noon, Main Library, Darragh Center.

"Puff Pastry, Sweet and Savory." Martin Philip of King Arthur Flour. Noon, Eggshells Kitchen Co., $15.

"Author! Author!" A fete in honor of the lit fest guests. 7 p.m., Main Library, $25-$40.

SATURDAY 4/28

The Kinders. A program of children's music. 9:30 a.m., Hillary Rodham Clinton Children's Library.

"Wickedly Good Free Book Fair." 9:30 a.m.-2:30 p.m., Hillary Rodham Clinton Children's Library.

"Black American Voices." Author and NBA All-Star Joe Barry Carroll. 10 a.m., Main Library, Darragh Center.

"I Literature and Language." Authors Michelle Kuo and Kory Stamper. 10 a.m., Ron Robinson Theater.

"About Family." Authors Anne Fadiman and David Giffels. 10 a.m., Butler Center for Arkansas Studies, room 124.

"Jump Girl: The Initiation and Art of a Spirit Speaker." Medium and memoirist Salicrow. 10 a.m., River Market Books & Gifts.

"Hillbilly/Cult." Authors Blake Perkins and Debby Schriver. 10 a.m., Historic Arkansas Museum.

"Fish Tales." Authors Jennifer Case and Mark Spitzer. 10 a.m., Witt Stephens Jr. Central Arkansas Nature Center.

"Ozarkian Gothic." Authors Kelly J. Ford and Jarret Middleton. 10 a.m., Main Library, Fribourgh Room.

"Let the Children March." Author Monica Clark-Robinson and illustrator Frank Morrison. 10:30 a.m., Hillary Rodham Clinton Children's Library.

"Poetic Justice." Educators Ellen Stackable and Hannah Al-Jibouri. 11:30 a.m., Ron Robinson Theater.

"Story Stew." Author Jason Gallaher. 11:30 a.m., Main Library, Youth Services.

"Unf*ckology." Author Amy Alkon. 11:30 a.m., Main Library, Darragh Center.

"Lou Reed: A Life." Author Anthony DeCurtis. 11:30 a.m., Butler Center for Arkansas Studies, room 124.

"Rich and Thrilling." Authors Julia Heaberlin and Nathaniel Rich. 11:30 a.m., River Market Books & Gifts.

"The Way Forward." Authors Carmen Maria Machado and Bennett Sims. 11:30 a.m., Historic Arkansas Museum.

"Provocative Territories." Authors Ken Ilgunas and Doug Mack. 11:30 a.m., Witt Stephens Jr. Central Arkansas Nature Center.

"Fire Sermon." Author Jamie Quatro. 11:30 a.m., Christ Episcopal Church.

"Race and Religion." Authors Daisy Khan and Ijeoma Oluo. 1 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater.

"American Runway." Fashion editor Booth Moore. 1 p.m., Main Library, Darragh Center.

"Southern Women." Authors Julie Cantrell, Liz Talley and Annie England Noblin. 1 p.m., Butler Center for Arkansas Studies, room 124.

"Carnival of Now." Authors Julia Whicker and Anjali Sachdeva. 1 p.m., River Market Books & Gifts.

"America's Excalibur." Co-authors Bill Worthen and Mark Zalesky. 1 p.m., Historic Arkansas Museum.

"Poems for a New Communion." Poets Lisa Zordal, Molly McCully-Brown and Jacob Shores-Arguelo. 1 p.m., Witt Stephens Jr. Central Arkansas Nature Center.

"Rescue Dogs." Author Grace Vest and the Humane Society of Pulaski County. 1:30 p.m., Hillary Rodham Clinton Children's Library.

"Devilish Family Crimes." Authors Dorothy Marcic and Charlotte Laws. 2:30 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater.

"Teen Poet Laureate." A spoken word competition. 2:30 p.m., Main Library, Level 4.

"You Play the Spinster." Authors Carina Chocano and Daniel Mallory Ortberg. 2:30 p.m., Main Library, Darragh Center.

"Peach Whiskey." Authors Emma Glass and Leesa Cross-Smith. 2:30 p.m., Butler Center for Arkansas Studies, room 124.

"Toys of Desperation." Karen Fry, Karen Tricot Steward and George Jensen discuss a novel by the late Ben Fry. 2:30 p.m., River Market Books & Gifts.

"Breaking Bread." Baker, author and banjoist Martin Philip. 2:30 p.m. Historic Arkansas Museum.

"Calling the Wild." Author Mike Lewis on duck hunting. 2:30 p.m., Witt Stephens Jr. Central Arkansas Nature Center.

"Fiction & Fact." Writers Guy Choate, Monica Lewis, Taunya Kidd and John Lambert. 2:30 p.m., Main Library, Fribourgh Room.

"Sun Kings." Authors Gilbert King and Bryan Mealer. 4 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater.

"Heavenly Scribes." Authors Carmen Boullosa and Kevin Brockmeier. 4 p.m., Main Library, Darragh Center.

"Cartoonists." Artists Trina Robbins, Erin Nations and M.K. Czerwiec. 4 p.m., Butler Center for Arkansas Studies, room 124.

"Beyond Borders." Authors Ibi Zoboi and Shanthi Sekaran. 4 p.m., River Market Books & Gifts.

"Timeless Trio." Authors Lee Conell, Christine Schutt and Matthew Pitt. 4 p.m., Historic Arkansas Museum.

"An Evening With Sebastian Junger." 7 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater, free, reservations on Eventbrite.

"Pub or Perish." Fest guests, locals and open mic participants read from their work. 7 p.m., Stickyz Rock 'n' Roll Chicken Shack. Presented by the Arkansas Times.

"Lou Reed Tribute." Isaac Alexander, DOT and Iron Tongue. 10:15 p.m., Four Quarter Bar, $5.

SUNDAY 4/29

"Factor Man." Author and crossword puzzle creator Matt Ginsberg. 1 p.m., Sturgis Hall, Clinton School of Public Service.

"Arkansas Beer." Author Bryan Sorenson. 1:30 p.m., Flyway Brewing. $5 beer/flight, reserve on Eventbrite.

"Desegregation." Authors Wayne A. Wiegand and Laverne Bell-Tolliver. 3 p.m., Main Library, Darragh Center.

"Let Them Eat Pie." A pie bake-off and recipe swap. 4 p.m., The Root Cafe.

"Classic in Context: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings." With Cherisse Jones-Branch. 5:30 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater, free, reserve on Eventbrite.

"Maya Angelou: And Still I Rise." A screening of the 2016 documentary. 6:30 p.m., Ron Robinson Theater, free, reserve at Eventbrite.

2018 Arkansas Literary Festival Schedule

#2018 Arkansas Literary Festival Schedule

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marybookworm75 · 7 years ago

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Fish and chips was good at Bennett's Fish Shack in Westport, Washington. #fishandchips #codandchips #bennettsfishshack #westport #Washington #yum #dinnerwithmyboyfriend (at Bennett's Fish Shack Westport)

#codandchips #fishandchips #westport #washington #yum #bennettsfishshack #dinnerwithmyboyfriend

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allofbeercom · 7 years ago

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Secret beaches around the world: readers’ tips

Whether miles from civilisation or just round the corner from more famous seaside haunts, these less-visited beaches chosen by readers offer beauty and seclusion and sometimes warm seas

Winning tip: Es Coll Baix, Alcudia, Mallorca

The 6km-long main beach in Alcudia is one of the best and busiest in Spain. Yet at the end of the headland, several kilometres away is one of the best and loneliest in Spain, Es Coll Baix. It’s a big expanse of Robinson Crusoe-style beach below cliffs of scented pinewoods. The water is blue and when the sea is calm the snorkelling is great. The half-hour walk to it down a “path” involves some guesswork and climbing over boulders. • alcudiamallorca.com catchytitled

Camusdarach, near Mallaig, the Highlands

Photograph: Alamy

Venture south along the coast from Mallaig and you will discover bay after bay of pristine white sands, beyond which azure waters and offshore islands make for a scene that would not look out of place on a postcard from the Caribbean. Camusdarach, a short distance from the A830 around five miles south of Mallaig, makes the perfect stop for a day of paddling, picnicking or rock-pooling, whatever the Scottish weather might bring! Helen Bennett

Low Newton, Northumberland

Dunstanburgh Castle in the distance beyond the sands of Embleton Bay. Photograph: Alamy

The beach south of Low Newton is a little piece of heaven on Earth, with soft sand and “refreshing” sea. Even in the height of summer you only bump into a handful of others. At one end lies Dunstanburgh Castle, one of the most beautiful in the country, and at the other the Ship Inn, a great resting point. tescoisevil2

Hunmanby Gap, near Scarborough, North Yorkshire

Photograph: Alamy

A few minutes’ drive from Scarborough promenade is a beautiful hidden beach, with clean, golden sands and crystal blue sea. You’d be forgiven for thinking you were in the Maldives but for the capricious summer weather. A tiny beach cafe marks the entrance to the beach: it’s a small cabin run by a warm couple who come across as if they can’t believe this stretch of sand has remained such an unknown beauty spot for so long. cityben100

Kingsgate Bay, Broadstairs, Kent

Photograph: Alamy

Take the main road and you’ll miss it … A secluded, calm and serene sandy beach that’s often overlooked by visitors due to its lack of facilities. Forget that and go anyway – not necessarily for a traditional bucket and spade day out, (there are no lifeguards) but for the towering chalk archway and extensive sea caves. FrancescaSDD

EUROPE

Cala Junco, Panarea, Aeolian islands, Italy

Photograph: Alamy

The Aeolian Islands off Sicily each have their own beauty, but Panarea is the oldest. This island is full of flowers and small streets which lead to a famous archeological site, Capo Milazzese. Hidden behind the hill lies Cala Junco beach, isolated and wild. The rocky shore opens up to the turquoise beauty of the Tyrrhenian sea and it is one of the best places for snorkelling and enjoying the beauties of nature. Magdalena0206

Stiniva, Vis, Croatia

Photograph: Matthew Baker/Getty Images

Remain on the ferry as the masses disembark at Hvar to find the untouched coast and fishing villages of Vis. Hire a scooter and make for Stiniva beach on the north coast. A short hike from the road is well worth it when you see this secluded cove with crystal-clear water surrounded by steep cliffs. jbridge90

Porto Koufo, Halkidiki, Greece

Photograph: Becky Fleming

Porto Koufo at the south-western tip of the Sithonia peninsula was an unexpected haven. The beautiful clear and warm sea has a 2km-long sandy fringe. It’s also almost deserted, with just a small village with a few tavernas at the northern end. Becky Fleming

AMERICAS

Cabo Polonio, Uruguay

Photograph: Alamy

When in Uruguay, forget flashy Punta del Este and head north-east to the more authentic resort of Cabo Polonio in the department of Rocha. A 4WD is necessary to reach the tiny peninsula village where a long, sandy beach awaits, and it’s perfect for windsurfers on one side and swimmers on the other. The charm lies in the lack of development: holiday bungalows are lit at night with candles. ogee27

Providencia, Colombia

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You can’t get much remoter than South West Bay on the small mountainous Colombian island of Providencia. We flew from Bogotá via San Andreas on a light aircraft with 10 people and one dog. We stayed at the Sirius Hotel on a long, white sandy beach. We had the four sunbeds to ourselves and our lazy days involved reading, watching the fishing and scuba diving boats go in and out and swimming in the warm turquoise sea. There was no internet or mobile phone access, and at the one local restaurant we feasted on cheap fresh fish including lobster, creole prawns and ceviche. HMJackson

Cedar Key, Florida

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Cedar Key, off Florida’s north-west central coast, is a gem itself. The splotches of land, some muddy, some sandy, spread like a cast net. The local clam chowder was the best in the world for several years. Stay at the Faraway Inn (from $90 a night), where a fleet of kayaks is yours to use. About an hour before sunset kayak directly south from the inn for about a half a mile, ideally in late fall, to Cedar Keys national wildlife refuge. It’s a refuge in all senses of the word. There’s a boardwalk, but around every corner is a secluded section of beach. Easy Journeys

Carlos Rosario, Culebra, Puerto Rico

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Carlos Rosario is a remote beach on the island of Culebra off Puerto Rico, naturally sheltered from wind and waves. It’s a hike to get to and not too many people know about it. An extensive and expansive pristine coral reef begins on the right side of the beach and is incredible for snorkelling: crystal clear water and brimming with coral, tropical fish, turtles, and more. On the west side of the Flamenco Beach parking lot, you’ll see a large gate, chained but left open enough for pedestrians. Enter the trail and follow it to the end. There is one fork in the trail, marked left for another secluded beach called Tamarindo, or straight ahead for Carlos Rosario. The trail is moderately challenging, definitely not for bare feet. It has rocks and the occasional iguana. Once you arrive in Carlos Rosario, you’ll know it was worth it. villamar

ASIA

Pandan Island, off Mindoro Island, the Philippines

Photograph: Joe Giddens/PA

Off the west coast of Mindoro, North Pandan island is a short boat ride across the warm waters of the strait. White sand beaches are easy to find in this part of the world, but what makes this place special is the turtles. Use snorkelling gear from the only place on the tiny island and within minutes you’ll get a glimpse of turtles gliding along the sea floor, munching sea grass. Should snorkelling not be your thing, find a hammock in the shade, or sit in the shallow water. absy83

‘Secret beach’ near Mirissa, Sri Lanka

Photograph: Nik Bollons

Many tourists who visit the long, beautiful Mirissa beach do not know of the “secret beach” just round the headland. Many Sri Lankans don’t know about it either. Only reachable by short, bumpy tuk-tuk ride with a driver in the know, it is a small patch of pure calm and isolation. Once you’ve tumbled your way down the rocky track, you’ll find a few locals in the shade of the nearby beach shack restaurant, the odd family splashing in the waves, a couple of backpackers, but few other people. There’s small cove with white sand on one side, and a longer stretch of beach on the other leading to the headland and Mirissa. Coconut and mangrove trees offer welcome relief from the sun, as does a cold beer from the beach shack. Nik Bollons

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Secret beaches around the world: readers’ tips

Whether miles from civilisation or just round the corner from more famous seaside haunts, these less-visited beaches chosen by readers offer beauty and seclusion and sometimes warm seas

Winning tip: Es Coll Baix, Alcudia, Mallorca

Camusdarach, near Mallaig, the Highlands

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Low Newton, Northumberland

Dunstanburgh Castle in the distance beyond the sands of Embleton Bay. Photograph: Alamy

Hunmanby Gap, near Scarborough, North Yorkshire

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Kingsgate Bay, Broadstairs, Kent

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EUROPE

Cala Junco, Panarea, Aeolian islands, Italy

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Stiniva, Vis, Croatia

Photograph: Matthew Baker/Getty Images

Porto Koufo, Halkidiki, Greece

Photograph: Becky Fleming

AMERICAS

Cabo Polonio, Uruguay

Photograph: Alamy

Providencia, Colombia

Photograph: Alamy

Cedar Key, Florida

Photograph: Alamy

Carlos Rosario, Culebra, Puerto Rico

Photograph: Alamy

ASIA

Pandan Island, off Mindoro Island, the Philippines

Photograph: Joe Giddens/PA

‘Secret beach’ near Mirissa, Sri Lanka

Photograph: Nik Bollons

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/09/18/secret-beaches-around-the-world-readers-tips/

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