David Nutt

“Revenge with a capital R” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #204

Revenge with a capital R. Revenge is one of those strong words that carries an enormous bag of emotional suffering. The dictionary describes it: As carrying out a bitter desire to injure another for the wrong done to oneself or to those who seem a part of oneself. I sat there on the park bench shaded from the hot summer sun by an eleg...

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“The unconventional teacher” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #198

The unconventional teacher I pushed myself through the door into the classroom. At this time of the morning there was always a scramble through the door as most of us students always timed our entrance at the last minute before being late….punishable. I immediately went to my designated desk at the rear of the class next to my best friend Da...

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“Something Valuable” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #192

Something valuable The Ritz Paris Ingor I lost my watch, you must go and try and find it, its a matter of live and death...hat’s an order. First go the police and retraces our steps of where we went today. Paris 9th district earlier that day On our stroll back home from a restaurant l...

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“The Urn ” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #175

The urn Sometimes life gives you a devastating blow.. It is so sudden, so unexpected that it sends you reeling as if you had been ejected from a merry-go- round. My wife died early one morning from a massive heart attack quite unexpectedly. Over the next few days I walked through a cloud of misery numbed by the tragedy of her death. It was a period of gathering the family,...

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“A lesson for life” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #140

A lesson for life I remember. Somewhere deep inside my being I had condemned myself to always remembering the following event. I was shamed, humiliated and marked for life by the sight of a family's eyes glaring at me with such anger like the red hot coals of the blacksmith’s fire. As one gets older the memory tends to fade, it also becomes very selective, but an event that deeply touched y...

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“Broken window, broken dream” by David Nutt

Broken window, broken dream. The moment I switched on the kitchen light I saw the broken window. Just my luck, a robbery to end an evening of re-joying. I had just come in from an office get together to celebrate my company signing a very large order for our internet application. It had been a hard struggle to reach this poi...

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“Strangers, finally an unsuspected friend.” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #96

Strangers, finally an unsuspected friend. In London the weather was depressing, it made me depressed. What I needed was a holiday on the sun drenched coast of the Costa Brava. After trolling the internet for an hour I found a room in a hotel in my price range. Advantage a sea view, disadvantage two separate beds. A late evening flight completed the dream holiday. Being a late flight I was o...

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“Discussing facing a dilemma” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #95

Discussing facing a dilemma This is a story about a direct question that led to a most interesting revelation. It happened a few years ago one cold winter’s night. I was in our country house sitting in front of the fire in the company of my oldest friend and neighbour, Henri, enjoying a superb calvados. I asked Henri the following question. “Have you ever be...

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“The dare” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #94

The dare. It was one of those hot, stifling days in Paris. All the windows in the upper room at the brasserie were open and the background noise of the Paris traffic had a soporific effect on the group listening with difficulty to the lecturer talking about a book that was the flavour of the month in the intellectual circles. The group, numbering sixteen, mostly women, had...

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“That precious moment when I was called a star” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #93

That precious moment when I was called a star. It lay there on top of a pile of unattended correspondence pleading for a reply. An invitation to a birthday party to be held on Saturday week. What was both annoying and at the same time intriguing, was that the host’s wife was an old flame that had ditched me two years ago for a gentleman that was not only rich but according to her c...

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“The great oak tree” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #90

The great oak tree It stood there like some beloved guardian overlooking and monitoring the peace and quiet of the fourteenth century village. The oak tree was by all standards magnificent. There was much speculation in the village as to its exact age. The betting was between 300 and 320 years old. Its size represented power, its branches represented strength, but beyond t...

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“Drum beat, heartbeat” by David Nutt

Submitted to Contest #81

                                                           Word count 2,668 Drum beat, heartbeat.           It would soon be his eighteenth birthday. His parents had promised him a new drum set. He looked around his cluttered room littered with drums in various stages of repair. There were even a few d...

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