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A deal with death"For god's sake you two, will you hurry up, your shoes are in the cupboard, where they always are." Alan loved his boys more than anything, but they were a little boisterous in the mornings. Getting them ready for school, when he was more unorganised than they were, was a challenge. A challenge he accepted when the court decided that he should have full custody. His wife wasn't a bad person, she just had issues that she needed help with.Monday morning was the worst day, he had all weekend to get their uniforms washed and iro...
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I stood, hypnotized by the mighty whirlpool, the bag spinning helplessly. If I was to be of minute size, I would surely be swallowed In Its hot current, spinning like a pooh stick In an eddy. I must take care, for too much would kill Instantly, a quick death he would not have. To come this far and fail would be a travesty, he will die a death akin to mine own, I have not died In the physical sense, but for every blow struck, he killed a little more of my spirit each time. Immense suffering will be my parting gift, I have suffered many y...
Weekly Contest #98
Burnt Bridges. She would understand, she always did. This time was different, this time he had burnt all of his bridges, surely? The cold metal structure he had secured, was to be his bed for the night. The train station was the only quiet place he could find. Only one train went through the sleepy station, that was the 03.35am sleeper to Wilmshurst. You've probably gathered by now that this was not the first time Vic had slept on this particular bench. Slept, was not a word he would have used, there were too many things roller-coastin...
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Warren Styles is an excellent neighbour, many times he’d bail me out of my latest self- inflicted mess. I have many issues that are far too complicated to discuss now. Suffice to say, Warren is discreet and loyal, I couldn't hope for a better neighbour, he was also my friend. I relied on him a little too much, in fact, he was my crutch. As frightened and confused as I was, it was now my turn. The night seemed to have drawn in quicker than usual. It was full dark, no visible clouds, no moon or stars; the sky ...
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THE STRANGER .1 Minus six degrees, what on earth possessed him to go out anyway, with only a t-shirt and a pair of woollen gloves for warmth? I must be mad, but she was in trouble and he couldn't walk away. His walks in the early hours were a regular occurrence, his insomnia had seen to that years ago. He stood, shivering, looking in the window of a menswear shop. The mannequin looked warmer than he did, dressed in a, Hugo Boss hoodie, and ripped, skinny jeans. The cold was ...
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