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Submitted to Contest #57
Barnaby Longfellow sat at his large, polished oak desk and drew out his late father’s gold fountain pen from a drawer set just down to his right. In front of him, a notebook of the finest Basildon Bond writing paper lay flush on the desk, the brilliant white pages staring up at him, in anticipation of Barnaby’s finest cursive handwriting flowing across it. Barnaby placed his fountain pen in the freshly opened bottle of ink, pressed in the pipette and drew up the smooth, ebony liquid from within.Taking a moment, he glanced out of th...
Submitted to Contest #56
“There it is!” Jo squealed, through gritted teeth. She had always wanted to see the wizard train and there it was. Being the first to arrive at the viewing point, she had become more and more irritated as more families turned up, blocking her view so she had to move several times. Small children bounced up and down on their toes in eagerness to see the beautiful steam train, it's shiny red carriages and black polished chimney. Jo secretly pleased to be able to share the experience with them. A whistle sounded some di...
It doesn’t seem five minutes ago that I, we, found out I was pregnant with you. To say it was a surprise would be an understatement. Your dad and I went for a drink in the pub to talk about it, but I cried. He sat there, awkwardly, not knowing what to do, looking around as if waiting for someone to come and rescue him. He didn’t touch my arm or anything and that made it worse. But we were happy, we really were, it was just tricky.And then I was lying on that uncomfortable hospital bed with the midwife from hell havin...
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