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I am stepping, softly now, through the dense undergrowth. An eerie quiet has come over the forest and, like it, I am unnerved. All of my senses are on high alert. I stop and look around, probing everywhere for the slightest movement while I hold my father’s ex-army rifle ready. The only sounds are the slight rustling of the breeze through the treetops and a distant hawk-cuckoo trilling its persistent call to climax in a familiar manic crescendo.To my left, the silence is broken with an explosion of red, brown and blue fe...
“I hope how thinks don’t to be out we start decent cookies today trust that three o’clock yes thanks.”“Okay, okay. Everyone quiet down. Can everyone stop talking and sit down please?”“Who wants coffee?”“Oh, please. Always need a coffee to start.”“Okay. Get your coffee or whatever and we’ll get started”“Cookie?”“Yes, please. It’s a while until the sandwiches and muffins”“Now. Let’s have another vote to see if we’re all of the same mind as yesterday’s finish”“I’ll do the whiteboard aga...
The blackout started at eight thirty-nine exactly and the knock on the door came around one hour later. Jess had been streaming My Fair Lady, watching it with her nine-year-old son, Paul. Before the film had started Jess had looked out of the window of her tiny two-bedroom apartment, in Jackson Heights, New York. It was a wintery, moonless late January evening and Jess and Paul had been mostly inside since Thursda...
King Leo, sat gloomily in his Palace’s long breakfast room waiting to start breakfast. He always liked to have breakfast with his only son and heir, Prince Chris, who finally slouched in at the far end of the room. King Leo noted that Prince Chris’s finely embroidered clothes, made of the best cloth with impressive puffy shoulders, were crumpled and stained. The King said. “This is late, even for you.” Standing, n...
So, I’m sitting in my taxi at the front of the rank just looking at nothing in particular and waiting for the people at the front of the queue to get their shit together and get in the back. It’s a busy Friday evening outside of the front of Flinders Street Station and there are all sorts of people coming and going. Commuters on their way home, youngsters on their way in for a night in the city, and drunks just wandering...
“Let’s go for a walk”. My mum and dad looked at me as if I’d gone crazy. They knew that I didn’t like walking anywhere and they didn’t care for it much either. After a brief silence Dad said. “Okay. I just need a piss first” He finished his beer, put the empty bottle on the coffee table next to the empty KFC boxes, took a final drag on his cigarette and waddled off to the toilet. Why had I suggested that? I...
Dad and his three kids, the youngest holding a very sad-looking and forgotten brown fluffy teddy bear by one of its stuffed legs, stand in front of a sideshow fairground tent. The date is 30 September 1973 and they are at the Bridgewater Country Fair. Bridgewater is an old but unremarkable town in the middle of Somerset in the South West of England. However, it does have the distinction of hosting the largest an...
I open my eyes and look out at the world for the first time. I see you looking at me and you are typing. And that is all I know. You are writing a story and I am one of the characters. This is my character profile. Am I the main character? Who will I be? Am I male or female? Old or young? A child maybe? Am I even human? An animal or maybe an alien? There’s a lot to consider here and you haven’t even decided what I...
Completely new to writing. Looking for something creative to do as I approach retirement.
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