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Chapter 22 – Gloria After a few minutes of standing around and . . . well . . . I am not really sure what are doing. We all agree that the party...

After that first day, Tom felt more relaxed about going to school, and soon got into the routines of the day. Lining up in the playground when the...

My dad's medals from WW11 - he was a Master Bomber in the Pathfinders and flew 60 missions. He marched to remember, every year he could. Anzac Day...

Chapter 8: Somewhere to stay. The hut stood squat beneath its thatched roof, still rustling faintly with the night‑flying whoopee birds who had...

Overnight the news was on: people talk fast nowadays, soundbytes even on Mainstream Media are delivered fast and loud, the questions are always shorter than the answers, which are generally little more than an on-line pitch for tiktok or instagram.

The world is bearing down on me. I can no longer endure the endless stream of news about wars and destruction, genocides and the killing of children—...

You have reached your destination. The system is working. You have passed. You have failed. You have reached your destination. The system is working...

Tom's class was a large, bright room next to the assembly hall. Like the hall, it had windows all along one side, but looking out over the playground...

We heard a bump on the ceiling. Had she fallen out of bed? All was quiet but up I went. The bed was empty where she had been, and she was nowhere to...