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Weekly Contest #92
Narrator-Fianna Jane FitzpatrickHer Dad-Finlay Eamon FitzpatrickGrandad-Callum Rory FitzpatrickGreat-Grandad-Eamon Darragh Fitzpatrick m Eleanor Jane Sorenson- their child-Finlay Sorenson FitzpatrickGreat-Great-Grandad-Rory Eamon FitzpatrickMerrill Aled Carter m Matilda Jean Carter nee McKenzie-their children, Alistair, Noah, Aled, Aisla, Elijah, Sebastian, Liam, Tristan, Jonathan and James.Eamon Darragh Fitzpatrick m Matilda Jean Carter-their children, Caleb, Jeremy, Callum and Diana-MareeEamon Darragh Fitzpatrick m Rowen Iris Eastman-their...
Weekly Contest #87
Stewart Robb’s Tyres, an extensive business on Ponsonby Road, near Auckland city, had been going downhill since the COVID-19 pandemic. Stewie, a pompous git with a high opinion of himself, was considering what to do about it on a brief visit with his Aunty Margaret in Mokau when a series of earthquakes struck.“Bloody hell, Aunty, it’s a bit wobbly down your way,” he said.“Just as long as we don’t have one as big as Christchurch,” Aunty Marg replied.It’s widely known that the most isolated country on the planet, that cluster of islands at 41˚...
Weekly Contest #85
A House for Our Time—Part One It had rained for days. Their mother had forbidden the boys from sliding down the bank on Carew Street to hurl sticks in the swift-flowing brook. “It’s too dangerous,” she said. Fraser and Richard itched to disobey. Oh, the fun they could have. They’d throw sticks from the bridge, dash to the opposite side, and watch them emerge from under the girders in the swollen torrent. They’d bound up the track beside the brook to follow the sticks to discern their fate. Would they lodge in debris or find their way to the ...
Weekly Contest #76
“Five days, the old fool was out on the road begging all and sundry for a lift to Waverley,” Mrs Fraser declared to Mrs Muggeridge. “Good Lord,” Mrs Muggeridge tut-tutted as she stood over the back fence of the Frasers’ Manutahi Hotel. “He could’ve walked there and back in that time.” “Clearly nobody wanted a bar of him, or someone would’ve obliged,” Mrs Fraser concluded, then added, “Then he graced our threshold and insisted my Nate drive him down to pick up his money. Evidently, he had it stashed in a shoebox in the bedroom...
Weekly Contest #44
“I’m sorry Janet. I can’t take you too,” Jayne said to her niece. “You’re a good worker and I’m grateful for the help you’ve given me when I’ve needed you, but I can’t employ you permanently and I can’t afford another mouth to feed. I’ll see if Mr Duff in Nicolson Street will take you on as a housemaid.” “I don’t want to be a housemaid, Aunt. I want to stay with my sisters. They need me. It was hard enough when Mother died, then Father died too and now our stepmother has abandoned us. It’s all too much,” Janet replied. “I...
Weekly Contest #43
The poo rolled under the clawfoot bath. Three-year-old Nancy McCarthy gasped. Ooooh, mummy will be mad, she thought. She hadn’t been able to open the lavatory door. It was stuck shut. What could she do? The poo had just come. She couldn’t stop it and now, in the bathroom trying to get her knickers off, the poo had rolled away.Nancy knew not to wake her mother when she was resting. But waken, she did, and it wasn’t long before she was calling her name. “Nancy, Nancy, where are you?” Nancy wa...
Weekly Contest #41
Audrey Ambrose had been married, but that was in another time and place. She’d left the luxury of 54a Codrington Crescent, Mission Bay over two years before. Now in early 2019 she lived alone at 32 Awa Street, Otahuhu. This cottage had once been a railway house – back in the heyday of that worthy employer. The railway still existed of course, but not like it used to. No longer did the magnificent Ka steam locomotives pull the passenger expresses on New Zealand’s main trunk line. No longer could you hear from Ma...
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