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Submitted to Contest #237
This is an excerpt from Love Thirty, a romantic comedy novel I am working on: They hardly exchanged two words as Amy followed Max around the lake. Max was striding ahead, face up to the heavens, wondering or marvelling at the rich canopy of stars that the lack of light pollution in the park afforded his gaze. Amy was still a bit pissed off. Not only that he had left her belongings in the care of someone else, but also because that someone else was a woman. She realised she had no jurisdiction over him, but she felt, in her bones, that they ...
Submitted to Contest #185
Warning: Contains Strong Language; Homophobic attitudes‘Go down the store and get us a long weight, some glass-fibre welding rods and a tin of tartan paint.’‘What for, Sarge?’‘You’re gonna build a raft to get your sorry arses over this lake, so use your fuckin’ initiative, Sapper.’Fucking moron. I’m not sure if I was thinking this, or Sgt Browne was bellowing it, but the phrase rattled around the inside of my skull as I headed off.The store was a ten-minute walk away, across the vast, tarmacked expanse of the parade ground, behind the burnt-...
Submitted to Contest #181
WARNING: Mild profanity. ‘Okay, gentlemen, let’s go for a walk.’ Sgt Lewis stood in the doorway of what was once a barn. Three, wooden-slatted walls survived, as did the majority of the hay bales that were stored there, but the roof had gone and so had the gable end. The hay bales were now makeshift beds for the eighteen men of Alpha Troop. The most comfort they had experienced since landing in Normandy eight days earlier. Our job was to blow up the bridge at Pont-l'Évêque, over the river Touques to slow the German retreat and allow the...
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