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Colin Devonshire

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Mirror, Mirror...

Weekly Contest #101

“Jen, your breakfast is ready. Do you want it down here, or shall I bring it up?” “Thanks, mum, can I eat it here?” Mrs Perks tightened her cheeks, forced her eyes to brighten. A thin smile battled its way across her mouth as she entered the girl’s bedroom. “Here we are, darling. Oh, you are not in bed?” The bed was patted firmly as the tray was slid across the bedside table. “Come on, Jen, away from the mirror. Put the brush down, you’ll wear it out.” The girl was gently led back to bed, settled with a pillow propped against her back. A stu...

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Dinner for Two?

Weekly Contest #100

“Morning dear, you are up early. Your coffee is cold, let me make you a fresh one.” She flitted across the kitchen and clicked on the kettle. One mug, two spoons of instant coffee, grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge, slopping a dash plus a splash into his favourite mug, the way he likes it. The kettle popped. A quick stir, and served in front of him the earlier cold mug hit the bubbly water in the sink. “Toast?” she asked. “Peanut butter or Marmite, or would you like both? I’ll do that, you enjoyed it last time.” She placed a knife an...

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Blue Pyjamas

Weekly Contest #99

“Come on young man, time for bed.” Mum called me from my newly decorated bedroom. The sun was disappearing behind our garden’s lonely apple tree. I padded barefoot from the bathroom, proud of myself. Two days running now, I have brushed my teeth all by myself. “There’s a good boy, let me see.” I opened my mouth wide. The minty smell of Colgate escaped, causing us both to grin. “Good job. Do you want a story?” I handed her my Rupert The Bear Annual, battered and old. It was my dads. I not only loved those stories but more much more. I could r...

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The Links

Weekly Contest #98

“Guys, something is not right,” Mac said. He was hopping from leg to leg, scratching his hair. “What is up with you?” Drew asked. “I don’t feel right. It's as if someone is poking my brain. There is something I should know, but don't. I know that sounds crazy.” “What’s the matter? We are tucked away, hidden behind the fifth green. Our parents believe we are camping, which we are. They don't know we will have guests. What they don't know and all that stuff. Everything is fine. Especially if the girls turn up,” Drew said, smirking a d...

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Peachcroft Woods

Weekly Contest #97

“Go on, get it. What a baby!” said Perks. “Go on then you get it,” said Gums. “I’m not getting it, you kicked it, you fetch it!” ordered Smithy. I looked at my friends. No one budged. Myself included.  We all lived on a council-run estate, some of our families bought their home, some chose to rent. It was a great little place to grow up in. But, a change was coming for us. Next term we would be moving to senior schools. But for now, we were enjoying our last summer holiday, all our mates at the same school.  You entered our estate ...

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The River of Jewels

Weekly Contest #96

Gordon jumped off the train, alone as ever. The ticket collector looked him up and down, taking the sweat-damped piece of paper. He nodded forward as his passenger strode towards the exit of the throbbing station. From the end of November to the beginning of December, Kanchanaburi celebrates River Kwai Bridge Week, at the same time the Red Cross is hosting a fair. Perfect for Gordon’s needs. He checked into The River Flow guest house. “I booked six months ago. Mr G. Bank,” he said at the desk. The pretty young lady flicked through several le...

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Oh, To Have a Choice!

Weekly Contest #95

  TW: attempted suicide, drugging “You’ve got it all. Why look so miserable?” asked Micky. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”  “You’re worried one girl will find out about the other,” laughed Micky. “Yeah, I guess it could be worse,” said Jones. The two men had been friends since junior school. Both unmarried and set for life financially. Micky earns a packet on the stock market. His Cockney accent is no handicap, no one hears him buy or sell. Jones, has a relaxed life, he has told no one where his money comes from, nobody asks, even Mic...

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Silly Sarah

Weekly Contest #94

“I suppose you want me to take your dare now?” asked Pete. “Oh, yes, I think it is fair to ask, don’t you? I completed your quest?” answered Si. “I only dared you to break the principal’s window. Which you did, but you used Snotty Gibson’s ball to do it. Brilliant!” “Yeah,” laughed Si. “He’s in big trouble, too. The head has called his father and asked for a meeting tonight. Both of them will have his guts.” When Pete controlled his laughing fit he said, “What is Snotty going to do to you when he finds out it was you?” “He won’t because I’ve...

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Beltane Belt

Weekly Contest #93

“Okay gang, it’s three AM, time to go!” Janice shouted as she turned off the overloud hip-hop racket. “Great party, thanks,” waved the cheeky guest, Janice couldn’t place her. “Glad you enjoyed it.” “Who is that girl?” asked Podge Roberts. “I’m not sure, I think her mum is a new member?” “I guess we’ll soon find out. A good long sleep, and then our all-nighter for Beltane. Great idea we all enjoyed it, and our parents thought it was a clever plan too. A double win,” Podge said. Podge had fallen for Janice the first moment they met at last ye...

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Silent Shadows

Weekly Contest #92

“Come on, don’t be a scaredy-cat,” said Bobby. “You think it’s a good idea to break the law?” said Gemma. “It’s not breaking the law, I’ve got the keys,” he answered. “Yeah, right, and that makes it okay?” “I want to buy this house.” “You are fourteen.” “I know, my Dad is selling this place, and I want to have it.” “Your Dad is a sales agent, that doesn’t give you a divine right to own. Not now, nor in the future,” she said. “Come in and you’ll understand.” Bobby unlocked the front door and pushed it back. “Look at that,” he said. “It is nic...

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So Many Books, So Little Time!

Weekly Contest #91

“Get out of my library,” screamed the librarian from the doorway. She would never raise her voice inside. The two young lovers had tested her ability to keep her blood pressure from bursting veins. Their crime? They were fiddling with each other under a desk. “Whatever next, this is a place of learning - from books!” she yelled after the giggling teenagers. The young couple ignorant of other footpath users forced a lady and her two children onto a grassy verge. “To think I was like them a few years ago, now look at me,” talking to herself wa...

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A Darker Forest

Weekly Contest #90

“Here we are, kids. I used to play hide and seek with your auntie when I was your age. Lovely old tree, isn’t it?” His memory, like Movietone, pictured his black and white sister grabbing the biggest and best conkers from the ancient horse chestnut, branches bowed with the weight of prickly inedible fruit. The family Alsatian, Bruno, tail wagging, ran around in circles, begging for a ball to be lobbed into the trees. Bounded to and from child to trunk. “When are we going home?” asked Sadie. “Yeah come on Dad, there is no connection out here,...

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Oh, September!

Weekly Contest #89

“Babe, only a month to go. Thirty short days, and then you’ll be Mrs Pippa Peters!” said Mike Peters as he stroked her bare muscled back. “Are you trying to sing?” asked Pippa. “I can’t sing, but if I could, I’d sing for you.” “You are sweet, are you murdering my favourite Johnny Winter song? ‘Gonna give you thirty days to get back home. Gonna talk to the gypsy woman gonna tell her so, She gonna put out a worldwide voodoo, That'll be the very thing that'll suit you, Gonna see that you be back home in th...

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The Colour of Lies

The author’s note: “This story is written in good faith, only meant to be read by 'little people' under the age of fourteen. And under no circumstance admit to reading it. If you do by chance, lie about it.” In a cramped and ugly room, the brickwork, sloppily painted and crumbling, dust littered the bare concrete floor. “Do you know why you are here?” “I know nothing.” The lie detector continued with its job. The black line jerked up and down. Scrawling its route to the truth. Aoife, young and beautiful studied Ciara the frumpy policewoman w...

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All At Sea!

Weekly Contest #87

“Not now, Samantha, thank you, can’t you see I’m thinking.” “Yes, sir.” Chief Jones flapped his fingers at the door behind her, Samantha ducked her head and backed out to her desk in the adjoining room. Chief Jones was not the chief of anything, but he was managing director of Westwing Lines and had more than his fair share of problems. “How can I see if he’s thinking?” she muttered to herself. She returned the bank manager’s call, “Sorry, Mr Arbib, he’s tied up, I’ll get him to call you.” “Don’t worry, I’ll call him, maybe I’ll ...

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