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Amanderella and the Mystery of Wittering Crags. Chapter 9.

Chapter Nine. The Lecture. Amanderella took a seat along the side wall. The hall wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. About a dozen people had...
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Sophrayni's Quiet Hunt Chapter 8.

Chapter 8. Tess. The girl sat on the edge of the bed and began to talk. “I was six when my parents died. One moment they were there—laughing, arguing...
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Our Little Secrets

Our Little Secrets I’ve given this swan a name, as people like me have to. I do the same with houseplants. Amongst others I have: Stanley Kubrick,...
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The Better for Relegation

He liked his old fleece, but she hated that mud colour gloomy – it grated, and made him look sallow and sad – when gifted another one, glad for the...

The worst machine ever

What probably happens
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Renata ♥ Mark: Chapter 5

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.
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Present, Fifteen (4)

Sheriff T. H. Bowman got there at twelve twenty and the lot had nine cars in it that did not belong to the school. Joyce watched him from the office...
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Old Walls - Part 1

‘Look,’ Roz gazed across the road in disbelief, ‘someone’s moving into Old Walls.’ Simon glanced up from his Ipad, his eyes sharpening as his mind...

Losing Track of Time

A short exercise using the prompt "losing track of time". Written by hand in 10 minutes.

Picking at Poetry

Picking at poetry, like picking at scabs, rhyming couplets, anytime, I think they're just so fab. Tercets and trochees, they’re tempting, they're a...
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Sophrayni's Quiet Hunt Chapter 7.

Chapter 7. Into danger. The manor’s receiving room was dimly lit, its velvet curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. Wilgan stood near the...
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Amanderella and the Mystery of Wittering Crags. Chapter 8.

Chapter Eight. Tuffort Stones. Amanderella pulled on her coat and stepped outside. The clouds that had threatened rain were gone, leaving a bright...

Chapter 18 - Why?

Lumen’s scream took Aurora by surprise. Stunned, she looked at the body at her feet. It stopped moving. It was now screaming its pain. His eyes...
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Present, Fifteen (3)

The call came to Terry Ledwell at four minutes past ten, on the county road out past the Millers Creek turn, where he had been sitting with the...
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So Long, Farewell, Goodbye

Dear Eamon, I’ve been haunting the mailbox every day, waiting for the surprise you promised. Don’t get me wrong, I love your letters, but you’ve been...
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Fixated on Fiction

Fixated on fiction, my favoured writing choice, eclectically selecting when searching for my voice. Stealing ideas, phrases and expressions, Shifting...

Poet's Progress

Open Mic, The Chipped Teacup , back in Eighty-Five, Alcohol it inspired me , and my poetry came alive. I plagiarised lyrics from songwriters like Tom...
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On the Wrong Side

‘On the wrong side of the tracks ‘ was what came to his mind when Martin looked upwards at the huge granite building looming darkly. The melting snow...
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Renata ♥ Mark: chapters 3 and 4

Trophies My sister, Paige (she was pregnant by that point, though neither of us knew yet) had demanded to see photos of Mark soon after our first...

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