Cherrypicked stories

Compassion in a candy bar My wife Mary and I were fortunate enough to visit the Alpine Countries in Europe a few summers back. All of the story book...

I couldn’t match the style of Jenny Skinner’s diary entries but I hope this helps to cheer her up a bit while she’s feeling under the weather.

Will Jessica return Davids message?

I zigzagged down the hill towards the phone box. It always smelled of pish as if somebody had used it a toilet, which they had from the damp stains...

‘Ali come back,’ I hissed. Too late as her big feet connected with metallic bucket making it ring out. She peered back at me and put a hand over her...

Tiny folded leaves encased in tough scales … protected from the burning frost … waiting there to grow, unfold … And the bulbs are safe as well … hibernating like the tiny dormouse; chemistry on ‘slow’ ’til switched to ‘fast’ with …

(Rough draft/Thank you airyfairy for the format tip, it worked.) I first met Olivia in our first year of high-school. It’s far away from my home, far...

“DJ Sasha!!” Manny is screaming as a large and expanding group of us walk towards the Escape club opposite the pier roundabout. “Come on 24-hour party people”, he continues “DJ Sasha in the area!”. Katie wraps her arm around me and pulls herself into me, holding me tight, The night seems light and open under the full moon. I look at her and smile, still lost in my thoughts about tonight's gig. It feels like something important happened tonight. I can’t quite put my finger on it.

What looks like sunshine on my bed space is really moonlight from the busy nightscape that filters through a curtain beside my bed. It highlights a...