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Submitted to Contest #337
Tuesday, January 6, 2025. Day 1. Well, here goes. My first diary entry since the diagnosis.Write things down in a notebook, they said, so that you will remember the details on the days when you can’t remember.That made me laugh. I spent forty five years as a journalist, informing other people of the latest news. Forty five years of witnessing cruelty, crime, heartbreak, tragedy and sometimes - just sometimes - the nicer side of humanity.Forty five years of memories and now this damned condition was slowly taking all of it away from me.And no...
Submitted to Contest #315
8.30am.Mavis Benwell had been awake for hours.There was a nagging issue which was plaguing her mind and it had clung steadfastly onto her brain like a limpet.Ever since midnight, she had battled with the one problem which would not leave her alone. It nagged and nagged, and itched like a sore that you just couldn’t reach.‘How can I make a good impression on him,’ she kept asking herself. ‘How can I convince him to like me.’Her visitor would be arriving at around 6pm that evening. It meant she nine hours to come up with a solution.But nothing...
Submitted to Contest #314
Gilly Dunmawe was having a great day.The three year old giggled in an excited manner as she contentedly played in the back garden of her family home, while the sun belted down on her long blonde hair.The house was positioned high on the Sea Road, just before the street began its meander down towards the hazy, shimmering Seaburn shoreline in Sunderland. The high walled, ivy laden garden retreat was an enclosed haven.It had a rockery and a lawn with grass which was as smooth as a carpet. It had a warmth but it also had a blissful coolness to i...
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