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Submitted to Contest #65
Ghost Story A Pocong and a Pandemic “Harjo, I think I will volunteer,” said Darmo. “Tell me some more about it,” Harjo replied. “Well,” said Darmo, “basically, we dress up as ghosts and go round the Island at night and scare the living daylights out of people who are breaking the curfew.” “You cannot be serious” his friend retorted. “I am deadly serious,” Darmo said. “You mean people actually believe that ghosts exist?” “Have you never heard of Pocongs?” “My grandmother used to tell us about Pocongs, when I was young. But that was just...
Submitted to Contest #64
Story Set in a Gothic Manor House Based on Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour Today I heard a new voice in the house. It must be the new governess. I looked out of my attic window later that afternoon and I saw the new employee. She was quite small and not really that pretty. He had not picked her for her looks. She looked quite a composed person. She’s probably had a terrible life and now she has to live in this mansion and teach a petulant child who seems to be a little show-off. I fo...
Submitted to Contest #63
A Short Story from the Perspective of a Bird Migrating for the Winter Title ‘Swallows, Swallows Poems Are Not the Point’ My name is Sean and I am a swallow. Each spring I fly from Africa to a little farm in County Derry, in the North of Ireland. I don’t want to sound dramatic, but I am just about 18 centimetres in length, and weigh 32 grams and I fly six thousand miles from Africa to reach Ireland each spring. I travel 200 miles every day and I begin my 6,000-mile journey in the middle of March. I fly back at the beginning of Septem...
Submitted to Contest #62
Today is Not a Day for Soundbites. If I was asked what I would put in a time capsule, I would reply, ‘The Good Friday Agreement’. And if you want to know why, read my story: I was born on the very same day that Tony Blair stood on the steps of Stormont and delivered his famous eulogy: A day like today is not a day for, sort of, sound bites, really – we can leave those at home – but I feel the hand of history upon our shoulders, I really do. So while Tony stood on the steps of that historic building on that historic day, feeling t...
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