Correen Robinson

“Quiet enough.” by Correen Robinson

Sunlight illuminated the room, a beam fell on to the pens and pencils lined up in rows, behind them stacks of post stick notes towered above the huddled notebooks and folders. The desk was pristine, to one side sat a closed white laptop, charged up waiting to be caressed, to the other all the aforementioned stationary. The only thing missing was the master of this domain, the organiser, the pontificator, the person stumbling into the room squinting at the brightness of everything. After lurching over to the chair, a “Queen of fucking ev...

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“Madame P Light” by Correen Robinson

Madame P Light stared imposingly from her posters on the billboards under the Huddersfield bypass bridge and next to the doors of the theatre. In the posters she wore a form fitting gold and purple dress, as well as oversized green silk turban, with a large jewel set between the lines that she drew in place of her eyebrows, banished no doubt by years of plucking. Her fingers held more than a dozen rings, as well as the obligatory crystal ball, whilst she sat behind a lace covered table. Around her picture were splashed adjectives “amazing”, ...

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“Silence is suspicious.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #127

Cat sat in her car drumming her fingers on the well-worn steering wheel in front of her as her travel coffee steamed in the black and silver mug just to the side of it. She was early, not ridiculously so but early enough to give herself time to think alone in her car parked outside the secondary school and she didn’t like being alone with her thoughts. Pulling out the keys, grabbing her bag and cup then strolling across to the entrance would be so easy, it’s what she did everyday but today there was a queasy feeling in her stomach that ...

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“Recipe for disruption.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #100

It looked like a normal family gathering from the outside, the room was bustling with adults and children, the table was stuffed full of drinks, food, cutlery, crayons. There was a smell of spices, fried onion and roasted meat dancing in the air, the smell of home. The bottom floor of the house emitted a cosy glow out into the darkness as the family chattered and bickered as they passed the food amongst themselves. Near one end of the table sat a small old man beaming at the others with his sparkling brown eyes watching everything, ensuring ...

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“Not a disney date.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #81

She stood awkwardly, book in hand as she leaned against a pillar looking out for her date. It was quiet on the street and she felt anxious, the sky was darkening and she remembered all the times that she'd been told the dangers of being alone outside in the darkness. She tried to distract herself with the book don't think about kidnappers and rapists and murderers... behind her people sat eating burgers in the dated McDonald's. She stole a glance at her outfit, she'd decided to wear a red polka dots dress, red shoes, a tote bag, and a black ...

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“Hugs and shoves.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #79

There was a time when they were all together on a semi-regular basis, meeting up two or three times a week. It wasn't a grand home, the lights weren't always working, paint was chipped on the stairs, the water was never warm and the room was seldom hot.As battered as it was the old building had enough space for all of them and what's more it held memories. Dust, used chewing gum under the benches, a funky smell, and freedom. It was there that Emily was first able to utter her correct pronouns without fear of rejection. At the spot just past ...

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“The hunt.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #78

The man in the once black Metallica t-shirt looked up with a small smile as the bell to the music shop chimed with the opening of the door. In strode a girl with blue and green hair, a black face mask, purple coat and home made fingerless gloves. He nodded as she saw him and then walked around the shop, first looking at the guitars, tilting her head a touch at times to marvel at the craftsmanship. Or was it to look at the prices? Her hands reached forward for a moment towards the red and white flying v, fingers twitching in mid air then quic...

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“A long time coming.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #76

"What do you mean you're not comin' home?" He hissed."I told you that I am not coming back home tonight" she sighed."When? When did ya?""Last Thursday at dinner and this morning as we had our coffee..." she slowly replied."No you dint!" He pouted, sticking out his bottom lip as he spoke."I promise you that I did, I told you that I was going out with the girls over night and that I wouldn't be back until the next evening.""Next thing you'll say is that you wrote it down...""Turn around"."Wot?!?" He grumbled."Carl, turn around and look at the ...

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“Between the limes.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #76

It was a dropped paper, malfunctioning printer, chicken soup coloured day. The light shining through the windows wasn't trying very hard at all to illuminate anything and the patrons of Lime n Wine bar didn't seem to be at all bothered by this. They enjoyed the cosiness of the lamps dotted around the place which hid their finer features. The small bar had a limited clientele at the best of times, this wasn't among them. Over in the far-right corner was Rob with a face mask around the wrist of his left arm, a pint of lager in his right hand...

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“Cup of Change.” by Correen Robinson

Submitted to Contest #75

Her head was damp, little streams trickled down her spine and over her nose but Phoebe didn’t care. A drum was pounding away inside her chest, it thundered against her ribs. Powered by the rhythm she moved forward, pushing against the ground with each bound. Knees rising high into the air, mud and dust falling from her soles as she flew across the path away from her doubts, far from the niggles and anxieties of the past. For years Phoebe had written herself new years resolution lists in blue biro on lined paper with vague declarations to th...

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