My writing so far
By Neil J
This collection are my first efforts at short stories, a product of work within the writers group I attend and ideas as and when they come.
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The Stag
The stag paws the ground, its chest heaving as it struggles. Its dark coat is matted from the strain of the chase; blood red where it has been harrowed by the hounds.
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A Predatory Pair of Heels
Black Shoes/Prawn Sandwich Comp. Entry
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Daddy's Girl
He sagged into the arm chair in a very self satisfied way. Hannah knew the look; conspiracy tinged with guilt. The question was would he confess willingly or only under duress.
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Sleight of Hand
At the time it seemed like a good idea. All right, perhaps not a good idea but something that once in your head is persistent. It requires you do something about it.
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School's Out
What happens when two colleagues and rivals meet after a 15 year gap
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Running Shoes
It was one simple phrase that made his stomach flip. It was the last one in the bullet pointed list under the heading ‘required’, in bold and double...
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Taking a Selfie
Taking a Selfie She jogged up the steps on to Charing Cross Bridge feeling pleased with herself. The last step took her by surprise. The heavy early...
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Big Issue
Big Issue They were late. They should have been in a cab but the only think they were sharing was an uneasy silence, each blaming, each resenting...
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Mrs Swift Talks
Mrs Swift Talks ‘Where’s the new guy Petty, Sarge? Said I’d take him for a beer.’ ‘Naffed me off. I’ve sent him to see Mrs Swift.’ ‘Harsh Sarge,...
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Snow Day
Snow Day ‘Hello Daddy. Guess what Daddy? I’ve got red boots.’ ‘Red boots little one?’ ‘Yes Daddy. Red ones. Mummy bought them for me. I love them.’ ‘...
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