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Coming Home – Part Three

For part one, click here For part two, click here She hadn’t meant to say it. Time was ticking away. Weeks were passing, months, then a year. Time ticking down to their return to England. It wasn’t long. Surely she … Continue reading

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Coming Home – Part One

“I’m not going in there. Not if there are great, big, ferocious tigers,” Gemma cried. Eight-year-old Abigail tutted at her younger sister and shook her head. “Tigers, indeed. Of course there aren’t any tigers. It’s a garden, not a jungle,” … Continue reading

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A Valentine’s Tale

With Valentine’s Day almost upon us, it’s time for a special love story. My thanks goes to Murray Clarke for sending this in: Roses are Red By Murray Clarke Violet, ninety-six, stared thoughtfully out of the window, a tear in … Continue reading

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Zombies

The zombies were coming closer. Arms reached out. Eyes, large and lifeless, sought hers. Mouths gaped open, drool dangling down. Groans gained momentum, their frenzied excitement building. Something solid touched her shoulder. She jumped. This was it. “Want a cup … Continue reading

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A New Friend Part Two

For part one, click here. Minutes, perhaps hours, passed. Laura awoke to a dull shroud hanging over the room. The half moon shone a shining light on the bed, shadows dancing in the corner and shapes bouncing on the ceiling. … Continue reading

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A New Friend – Part One

‘Mum! Come and meet my new friend,’ Jake burst through the kitchen door. Laura beamed at her son. ‘Your first day back at school went all right then?’ ‘It was okay, I suppose. But I’ve made a bestest ever new … Continue reading

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The End Part Two

For part one, click here. Granny stared at the dials on her silver watch. Tick tock, another minute passed. It had been five hours and still no news. They jumped together, shoulders wrenching back and screams catching in their throats. … Continue reading

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Destruction

I touch his face, my fingers caressing his lips, catching on a ragged ridge of chapped skin. I press my own to them, tasting the tang of tears as they cascade down my cheeks. I drink in his warmth. Or … Continue reading

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Diary Of A Divorced Son Part Two

For part one, click here. 6th September Dad came to see me today and he was on his own. He tried to act all pally, giving me a pat on the back and ruffling my hair. He shoved an ‘HMV’ … Continue reading

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Diary Of A Divorced Son Part One

3rd September Mum and Dad’s divorce came through today. Mum danced round the breakfast table singing, ‘I’m gonna get that man right out of my hair.’ She looked like a witch with her hair stuck up and a grin Tony … Continue reading

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