Romance

Writers' Island : Chapter 3 : Nick Makes Himself At Home

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24/1/20 Victor was one of the organisers. He met Nick and the fellow writers who had come off the boat earlier that afternoon when they arrived at...
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The Church

A leather patch on an old coat, The churchyard stood full, yet empty. Sandstone slabs subsiding. Pock-marked with time. Lives long gone, Like the...
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Dear Vixen

Vixen, I have the most incredible news. He’s decided to fight for us. He promised he’ll never see her again and that he wants to rebuild everything...
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Writer's Island : Chapter 2

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Nick was married. He knew women alright now. He had left his lovely wife behind on this jaunt. Writing was often a very antisocial hobby or activity...

Would You Jump Into The Abyss With Me?

(Stock Image by IStockPhoto: https://www.istockphoto.com/vector/illustration-of-man-free-fall-surreal... ) Would you jump into the abyss with me? Out...
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I crash your wedding

I open the door and crash your wedding Stand and object your "sacred" vow “Our love is real” I'm proclaiming Security try to slam me to the ground...
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Writer's Island : Chapter 1

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To boldly go where no one has written before. To write new stories and carve out new territories in literature. To take the imagination further out than it has ever been before. Caldey Island, off the south Pembrokeshire coast of Wales, within sight of Tenby and its beaches, is a place of escape and contemplation. A writer’s convention or gathering descend upon the island, a new venture to encourage the arts and stimulate ideas. Nick has come here to find peace and quiet, and to use the facilities to talk to other writers and meet people of like minds. Clutching his precious bag, which contains notebooks, with some of his current writing, and some which was done a couple of years before and has already typed onto his computer files back home, and his wads of paper, some of which has been written on. He has also brought a couple of memory sticks, with copies of many of his works. He gets onto the boat at the beach, using the mobile quay platform. The boatmen help him on. He must save his writing from any spray and waves which may come over the sides of the boat.
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Unrequited Love

There's no need to sulk, sad young Bertie. It's really me who should be getting shirty. Your winning smile is grinning Gertie. Your gardening fingers...

So Long, Farewell, Goodbye (2)

I boarded the plane, flying the usual... economy. It wasn’t a far stretch; I did it all the time when I wasn’t flying private. “Where are you headed...
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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...