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John Henderson sat outside his new caravan, looking at a herd of his cows in a lush green paddock. Irrigation system in the next paddock, that moron will destroy all of this like he killed the old family farm. He had traded his old van three months ago after the separation.He thought about Lisa and her affair with his so-called brother. His kids, were they his? He stood up, one last look around. Packing up the table and chair, locked up and prepared to leave. He ached all over. He thought this was the last act as he unlocked the gate. He spe...
Submitted to Contest #239
I read the final script, several times. I still wasn’t happy with the result. The director said, “Once again from the top, on my mark. Roll the tape in three, two, one, go.”“The journey is long, I made my preparations and the hardest part is behind me, the first step. I travelled for a while until I met a friend, and she followed me for a while. We stopped for a rest. I got up to continue the journey, she no longer followed me but walked with me. My load was lighter and I was happier. We held hands and lived in a house where there were child...
I am Doctor Jason Reeds GP. My wife is Doctor Karren Reeds Vet Sci. We live and practice across the road from the driest pub in Australia. I sat waiting for Karren, at the back of the front bar. Mrs. Mary Simms pushed a trolley in with the last of her stock. She’s ninety years old. Our shop is now closed, even from here I could see a tear on her cheek. She argued with Aaron Stephenson over the cost, but a deal was done. He said to sit near the Dock’s table. It’s a quiet corner, away from the fights. Tempers were short, and Tony Lockart, yell...
Submitted to Contest #231
Jason Masters, five years in the Army and three years in prison, for bashing his wife’s lover, putting him in hospital for six months. At twenty-six years old, I need to start life with no violence and a calmer more relaxed outlook. He left the prison in a taxi and went to a transition unit owned by the prison. He ignored the people standing around, waiting for husbands and sons. There were six units in a block with a garden. Sally Goodman introduced herself, I’m your guidance officer. She took him to a local supermarket to buy food, cooking...
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