Taurus by... Everybody!

Welcome to the final part of my 12-part Zodiac Blog Series. On Tuesdays in autumn I posted a story or poem each written especially for this blog by a different author. Each piece of writing took one of the signs of the zodiac as its inspiration. For the full list of participants - from established authors to first-time writers - plus links to previous stories and poems, please visit the Zodiac Blog Series Page.

Following 11 successful weeks my final author has gone missing in action! After eager enthusiasm for the project I never heard another word from her, despite a few attempts to make contact. It was a particular shame as she had chosen the one sign of the zodiac that several people wanted to do. But we will not be defeated!

Following the outstanding critical reception of my masterpiece A Cautionary Tale for Zombies, I thought I would round off the series by offering an overview of the 11 completed pieces of work, under the pretence that it is a good substitute for a story about a bull (this week was meant to be Taurus). I've been so delighted with the range of stories and poems we've had over the last three months, and amazed at the generosity of the authors who donated them - thank-you so much! I've had a lot of fun reading and posting your work.

It's not too late to go and read any story you haven't read yet and leave a comment for the writer. I'm going to leave the series page up for another few months. I'd love to know which your favourite tales were (other than Taurus obviously - I think that's a given!). Leave a comment below...

We started with a story of a real-life Cupid,
Distracted for a second; did something rather stupid.
There there was the tale of a man who cloned his wife.
But three's something of a crowd when it comes to married life.
September finished up with the thrill of the chase:
Poetry's youthful passion; love's true embrace.

Two felines were the stars of October's opening tale,
But which one was at home, and which one was in jail?
When a dead crab and a mad woman were found in the hall,
Was it a joke to tell your friends? Or the apocalypse for all?
Arriving at the theatre we found an actor in the wings,
Time creeping ever on as he nervously waited to sing.
Our next man controlled himself as much as he was able,
But who could resiste the lure of the whiskey on the table?
Sign language was our theme at October's grand conclusion:
A futuristic glimpse of education without exclusion.

November started with a pun (or two, or three, or ten)
Along with a sheep and a mountain, and bucket loads of zen.
Now, have you ever wondered what it's like to be a fish?
If you have, our tenth tale, splashed down to grant your wish.
House-hunting was the setting for a not-so-innocent tale.
What was odd about that fountain? Why was the house for sale?
With crime, romance and drama, autumn was nearly full,
There was just time left for Taurus. But that was a load of old bull.

And that's all, Folks!