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My stories

Waiting Room

Waiting Room Claire walked nervously into the cream coloured waiting room. It was a small, square room with a door to the right which had a closed hatch beside it. Along the left-hand wall was a row of three chairs. Another patient sat on the farthest one reading a magazine which she'd chosen from others scattered on a low coffee table in the middle of the room.

Two for One

Two for One The pale blue hatchback pulled up outside the terraced house. Gayle got out of the passenger side after making sure there was no traffic coming down the road, an excited expression on her face. Her long, black hair ruffled by the breeze and the collar of her grey coat turned up against the chill in the air, she opened the back door and started taking bags from the rear seat.

More than just a Bad Hair Day

More Than Just a Bad Hair Day Jade glanced up as the train began to slow and some of the passengers rose from their seats as the next station drew close. A businessman in a pin-stripe suit made eye contact and she quickly averted her gaze. She stared out of the window to her left, seeing the graffiti covered fence beside the tracks and the city rooftops beyond. The reflection of her pale face overlaid the familiar scene, her short, black hair glistening with the gel she'd used after waking with a bad case of 'bed-hair.'

The Postman

The Postman It wasn't until he rang the doorbell to get a special delivery signature that I noticed the new postman. I'd gone down to the front door in my white dressing gown, brown hair messed by sleep, eyes puffy, pillow lines across my left cheek, and been confronted by a man in his late twenties with sparkling, brown eyes and a smile to die for.

Super-Sleuths

Super-Sleuths The two detectives snuck in through the white front door of the detached house, leaving it open behind them. They looked up the stairs to the left while listening for any sounds that would reveal where the suspect was lurking.

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