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Submitted to Contest #28
Harry greeted every day with enthusiasm, but none more so than when he was out in the rugged bush of the ranges. Not the sort of man that liked to be confined to four walls, he liked to go hunting and back to the basics was his way of relaxing. This time he was with his grandson whom he was especially proud. Not only had Morgan inherited a sharp eye, but he had learnt well the craft of hunting from his granddad. Harry sprang out of his sleeping bag and quickly dressed. It was cold in the bush hut. They weren’t made of insulation but the...
Submitted to Contest #24
Station Eureka Warp 2, 50 million light years away from anywhere. Captain Galileo, also known as Bob is looking through the telescope. His second in command, Martha heaves a sigh. ‘There is nothing out there in the way of intelligent life.’ ‘Nothing in here for me either.’ ‘Well I don’t stare down a long, cylindrical, metal tube pretending.’ Bob turns his attention to Martha. She had once shared a home with Stewart, but left him for what she thought would be a wild adventure into outer space. Bob found her to be...
Submitted to Contest #23
The road was windy and nestled on either side by cliffs, which made it gloomy, even in daylight. A light sprinkle of snow was all that could be seen on the main stretch of road, but Tina knew the snowplough would never be able to get down to the track that led to the cabin. She drove for another mile and then saw the heavy laden snow ahead. She remembered how Lewis used to tell her to be careful and always take the safe way out as it was easier in the end. Tina stopped the car abruptly and then thought of what Lewis would say if he were wa...
Submitted to Contest #20
The sun was glistening on the water as the taxi drove over the harbour bridge. The yachts had their sails set with the spinnakers ballooning by the wind at full speed. No it was not for Gerard Bradshaw. He hated the ocean. He hated the water and everything about the city. It was a nightmare to think that he had lived there most of his life and now he never felt welcomed to be in the place he had once called home. ‘It’s a great day to be out on the water don’t you think?’ Rex always liked to make som...
Submitted to Contest #18
He walked out of the shop with the tote bag. It was not what he would have called a great buy. The colour was alright, but it was not r trendy. Well he couldn't complain when it was all he could afford. He would try to wash the mustiness out and wear it with style. It still irritated him. It was not the fact that it was a second hand good – he had worn those in his childhood. It was not the fact that he was earning a minimum wage. He liked the honest work. It was that all those who had profited from his hard work we...
Submitted to Contest #17
‘Tell me Dad, what was it like?’Rob was in his forties, still trim with a youthful look, but wishing he was somewhere else, anywhere than where he was. How did you tell a ten-year old he and Mom were no longer friends?‘Life was different when I was your age,’ he smiled tenderly at him and wondered how he had been so lucky to have such a great kid to share fun times with. Those times were all too scarce, but he always loved to share the time that he had with Mark.‘Like how?’ Mark propped up in bed with expectation of an answer. It was well pa...
Submitted to Contest #16
Standing on the empty stage Morgan wondered if it was really happening. Finally she had been given the nod of approval and having played the piano faultlessly the photographer had taken a publicity photo shot of her. She had given a gleeful smile and then remembered her publicity coach had advised her not to give a broad smile until her teeth had been cosmetically enhanced. She would need someone to coach her in etiquette and how to respond to publicity.‘After all Morgan,’ her agent had told her, ‘you are not a pop artist; you are playing a ...
Submitted to Contest #14
Carol CouplandHe looked out across the water in the bay. It was supposed to be his time away with his daughter before she went back to her mother for the school term. Just as he was about to pull anchor a man’s voice hollered out his name and came running towards his yacht. He was slightly overweight and puffing by the time he had reached Aidan, but he managed to get the message out between breaths of how urgent the letter was. He knew Aidan from the cafes he frequented and patted him on the shoulder.‘See you on your return. ...
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