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Submitted to Contest #295
The Door That Wasn’t ThereIn a rambling, but creaky, old Victorian house that had more rooms than any sensible person could ever possibly need, lived a girl called Willow Strong. She was eleven years old, and had a mop of crazy red hair that refused to stay tamed, and a mind that was always halfway between reality and somewhere a lot more interesting. She was being looked after and raised by her eccentric grandmother, a sprightly old woman with a passion for knitting and an even bigger passion for bulk buying her groceries that she called he...
Amira had always believed in hard work, not luck. She was a freelance graphic designer living her dream, the vocation she always wanted and had just moved into her new flat in Camden Town, London. Her flat was small, but it gave her the freedom she needed, and hell, it was somewhere to put her stuff, work on her designs, and somewhere to sleep. Finding somewhere in London she could work in her own space without interruptions was never going to be large and cheap as well. You have to go with what you have; she told herself. She wasn’t plannin...
Submitted to Contest #294
“You can, if you think you can,” her father said to her after she had been ranting for more than ten minutes about failing her end-of-year exam in mathematics. “You can do this. You aced your other subjects, you just need to believe in yourself. I believe in you. You have made me proud of what you have achieved so far. I know you can do this. I have been in situations where I have doubted my skills to do something and I think back to my father telling me, “You can, if you think you can,” and it spurred me on to overcome the problem. Whether ...
My Dearest Willamina. 20th October, 1856The Braithwaite Farmstead, near Sudbury, Ontario. Dearest Aunt Catherine, I hope and pray this letter finds you and Uncle Tom in good health. Almost feels like we have been at sea for eternity but finally made it safely to Canada. It was a long journey and at times, I feared I would never feel solid ground under my feet again! But now that we are here, I am starting to see the adventure in it all. Oh, Aunt, you ought to see this place! It is bigger than words can describe, unfathomable, further t...
The Weight of Secrets. The bar was a typical rough 1970s bar on the docks of London; it was a dark bar, cigarette smoke and stale beer in the air. A neon sign buzzed at the top of the room, casting an almost ghostly red light on the scene. It was a type of bar where secrets were told, debts were paid — a type of bar where men like Marcus knew not to linger. But tonight, he had no other options. He was seated in the last booth, facing the wall, a glass of whiskey half empty in front of him. The ice long melted; the drink as watered down as hi...
Submitted to Contest #293
Travelling with a Friends. Simon the rat, and yes, it is really Simon. Like you and come to that, Simon knew all Rat names begin with the letter “R”, But Simons mother wanted to be different. That was different, Simon thought. Anyway, I digress. Simon, like all rats, was hunting for food one day when he smelt an enticing aroma coming from the station warehouse. Apples, carrots, fish, and his favourite meat. So, of course, he had to investigate. Skirting the building, he found an orange clay pipe through the wall; they were expecting me, ...
One-Way Ticket. The awesome vista that greeted me as I looked out through the window. That stunning sea of green, cows in the meadows, farmers on their tractors, all complemented by the brilliant sun shining down from a perfect blue sky. It made me ponder why I had never moved to the countryside. Things just looked more real in the countryside somehow, a reality there had never been in London, but it was too late for me now. Having just finished my book, a gripping novel by Nevil Shute, I took a moment to take in the Devon countryside in al...
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