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My stories

Times Past or Past Times

My writing class was given the task of writing biography/autobiography. a suggestion was to write it through the eyes of a childhood toy or pet. This is my attempt, not sure if it works but it is just the intro.
Gold cherry

Starry, Starry Night

Silence encompassed the village. Faint trails of wood smoke wound a sinuous way up into the cloudless night sky. The heavens a soft velvet blue with...
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New Brooms

I hate these does. ‘Bonding’ he calls them. ‘Gives us a chance to meet socially and interact.’ He’s full of crap! Look at him, new designer suit,...
Cherry

A Flake of Your Life

A writing class exercise, how music can influence writing! I enjoy Saturday evenings. The end of the week and the chance to try out a new recipe. I...

The Finishing Touch

The mirror was cracked and smeary. Some of the lights around its edge flickered as though trying to send some sort of Morse Code message. Jules...

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118 of my comments have received 125 Great Feedback votes

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Lovely, and full of love. You

Posted on Mon, 18 Aug 2014

Lovely, and full of love. You manage with few words to bring her to life for a moment.

When my mother died I used to phone the number, knowing there'd be no reply. We inherited her cockatiel, thinking we'd find him a good home, he stayed...

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Posted in Present Imperfect

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You have the knack of writing

Posted on Tue, 12 Aug 2014

You have the knack of writing about tragedies in your life without being mawkish.

Your choice of words and phrasing are very good.

'like a beacon at sea warning of rocks ahead' so descriptive, as is the last sentence.

Lindy

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Posted in Breaking Up

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Tina,

Posted on Sat, 26 Jul 2014

Tina,

The ordinary, everyday life of young mothers culminating in tragedy. The comparison, and simplicity of the whole poem is wonderful.

Brought tears.

Take care

Lindy

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Posted in It All Came Out in the Wash

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Simply put but with such a

Posted on Thu, 26 Jun 2014

Simply put but with such a depth of feeling .Very difficult to 'take what comes'

Hope there is life on Mars for you and your mum.

Lindy

 

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Posted in Life on Mars

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A scary piece, and the

Posted on Sun, 15 Jun 2014

A scary piece, and the repetition, and its change intensifies this .

Lindy

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Posted in Look Out

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Cold shivers and goose bumps.

Posted on Wed, 07 May 2014

Cold shivers and goose bumps.

A great social statement of the time. I was born in 1947 and can remember pig bins, washing day, rent man etc.

I was luckier than you, wanted, even by my brother eventually, five years older than me...

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Posted in Women of a Certain Age

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It seems that 'the ones'

Posted on Tue, 01 Apr 2014

It seems that 'the ones' existance did not deserve a name, was just there, until the very last line where dreams can't be stifled.

Quite chilling.

Lindy

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Posted in The One...

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Simple and short but so muche

Posted on Thu, 27 Mar 2014

Simple and short but so muche there.

Lindy

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Posted in In the silence that follows

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Yes, what a great way to end.

Posted on Thu, 13 Mar 2014

Yes, what a great way to end. I thought he was going to be a villain of some kind. Kept me reading, well done.

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Posted in Raza's home visit

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