Short stories
June 19 Dear Diarrhoea, I know you must be fed up of me going on about how death is catching up with me but I’m pretty sure I don’t have long left now. Well I know I don’t. I’m just trying to squeeze the last bit of life from this withered old body before it conks out on me. Since I arrived here in China...
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Stories / Travel
A lot of people have a lot of negative things to say about the former Prime Minister, the Right Honourable- some would say Dishonourable- Margaret Thatcher of Grantham. This is especially true where I live and this was borne out on the day she died when I swear that I saw and heard fireworks that rivalled Bonfire Night and New Year rolled into one. It...
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Short stories
It was bizarre. The problem had been solved. Or had it? Nobody knew whether this was a temporary respite, nor how long the calm would last. For months there had been an unimaginable, raging tempest. The perfect storm before this uneasy calm. Peace did now reign but it was unnerving. This establishment had lived through…How could you describe them? Unusual times. It had seen and...
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Short stories
This is a very, very short twenty-three word story that changes genre quickly. Whilst rejoicing that Emily had just agreed to marry him, Rafe unexpectedly took a direct hit from a meteor the size of Sweden.
Short stories
A pregnant hush descended upon the blackened auditorium. Anticipation cut dead the flattening ripples of applause. Out of the silence a familiar voice: “And so to the final act of this year’s Britain’s Got Talent live final. Please put your hands together for the nation’s favourite baristas, Espressoccino” Everybody waited with bated breath for the surprise act that had taken the country by storm. Suddenly...
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Guest in the House or Soliloquy Confession of a Polish School Cleaner that Pigeons Once Shat on (A door slams. A woman, alone now, holds a metal bin and a black bin bag) Hello. I want to introduce myself. My name is Marta Tomesz. I in very big trouble. I work here the Remington High School since three months when I leave my home town...
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He walked over to the bench, sat down in the sun, crossed his legs and straightened the laces of his grey, Converse pumps. From this vantage point he could survey the entire Exchange Flags and the nameless individuals who traversed the open courtyard that had witnessed centuries of trade and barter. What more appropriate place could there be? He would wait patiently for that one...
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Short stories
When Jim Montrose turned the key in the lock of his front door he knew instantly that something was wrong. His sixth sense screamed at him to turn around but he entered anyway. At that moment it was too late to abort and too early to know. Jim Christopher Montrose, the moonlighting accountant, dangled on a flimsy tightrope between the safety of escape and the...
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