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Weekly Contest #49
The heavy old oak doors swung open violently, crippling the peace, crashing against the four hundred year old walnut panelling. It had been many years since they’d been treated with such disrespect, but they had seen worse in their long life, and they would, no doubt, see worse again. “HEY! Excuse me! Can I get a little service round here?” bellowed Hal, he dragged his suitcase over the highly polished brass threshold and onto the plush carpet. Its tiny wheels sinking into the deep, burgundy shag pile, refusing to budge any furthe...
Weekly Contest #46
“Not yet you moron! This isn’t the right time….it needs to be the same as the book, the same as the story…..your story…our story.”Malcolm tried to ignore the voice, but it was too strong now…he had listened to it too much. He had allowed it to take over his thoughts too often….all in the name of creativity, he thought to himself, a wry smile crept fleetingly onto the corner of his mouth. He slowly withdrew his hand from inside his brown leather satchel and rubbed a shaking sweaty palm on his&...
Weekly Contest #45
Do you remember.Hey Brother,Mum told me when I was born you were so excited to find out you had a baby brother. She said you would creep up to my cot when I was asleep and just stare at me. She said you were so gentle, stroking my hair. You would sing nursery rhymes to me when I cried. And you would bring me your toys and leave them in my cot. She said she knew we would always be ok because we were brothers. She said you were like my guardian angel.Remember back when we were kids? I was five, you ...
Weekly Contest #44
“Why don’t you put the high beam on darling, surely that will help?” Said Bruce. He superficially fiddled with the dials and buttons on the illuminated panel in front of him. His bright red nail varnish completely at odds with its surroundings.“High beam!? High beam!, that’s probably the most stupid thing I have heard you say in the last eighteen months….no wait, in fact, that is the most stupid thing you have ever said man…….well, apart from the time you asked i...
Weekly Contest #41
Henry reached up on tip toes, his Thomas the tank engine wellies squeaked against his chubby bare legs. He blew a spiral of floppy golden hair away from his eyes as he traced the trail of ivy up the tree with his perfect little fingers. It crawled its way over the gnarly old bark, twisting and turning, searching the crevices and nooks that the old tree offered. A puffed up proud black bird belted&n...
Weekly Contest #36
Well, well dear diary. That’s that then. 55 years of being a plumber and that’s me last day done. Time to start me a new journey. I must say I feel a little strange about the whole thing. But Doris is right, it’s time I ‘ung up me spanners and overalls, spent a bit more time with ‘er. She’s a list as long as me arm of jobs I’ll be doing once I retire. In the garden and what not. Apparently we’ll be going for some nice long walks as well. I don’t mind Dear Diary, as long as there’s a cuppa and a piece of cake at the end of it! And what a day ...
Weekly Contest #35
Is this the place?Yes.This is it.This is definitely it.I need this to be it.It has to be it.I remember it now.I’ve not been here since I was a little girl.Not been here since.Since…The accident.I still struggle to say it, even after all this time.God I miss you so much.5 years ago today.March 1st.I miss you Dad, I miss you so, so much.It’s just not getting any easier.Everyone said it would get easier.Its not.We never said goodbye.This is where you used to bring me.I never forgot.I will never forget.Every spring we would come to these w...
Weekly Contest #33
Sunday tugged on the cuff of her Grey Chunky knit Jumper. The sleeves had been pulled down over her hands so many times they refused to return to their original length. The room was warm but there was no way she was taking it off.“I’m not sure” she said, her eyes not leaving the safety of her lap. She shuffled herself up in the chair trying to avoid embarrassing squeaky noises on the leather.“Not sure about what? Telling your friends or taking a break? I’ve been treating you for years, I would have thought by now you would ...
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