“CAN YOU IMAGINE?”


As little Emma slept, away with the fairies and in the dead of night, her shell-like lug holes heard a faint, ear-pricking murmur. ‘Can you imagine’ whispered the voice. Emma remained fast asleep, the tiny ball bearings of her mind still sorting and filing every second from yesterday. It took a full minute for Emma’s sub-conscious brain to signal the whisper, bringing an immediate…

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Out All Night


‘Some of it I can’t remember. It became a fog of hysteria and a dreamy state of yes please kissing, smooching and wandering hands. For me, it led further than that and as blissful as it might have been, I only recall our uncontrolled unhinged amusement, struggling with a condom.’ Maybe it’s an illusion, but 5 am seemed to be the coldest time…

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THE DAY WILL COME


‘I hover on the edge of instant death, or in trepidation of being whisked on a journey of drug-filled frenzy and madness.’ I wake with a start. Robbed from dream sleep by those damn crows dancing their morning ritual. Dampness fills the air. I listen as rainwater follows its path to ground; a sure sign we had overnight rain. As I stir, I…

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THE VIADUCT


Daniel looked down at his wet and muddy trainers. They were just days old; cheap one’s he had treated himself from his meagre earnings. He had worn them to school, a final defiance for everything it seemed to stand for. He sighed. He could defy no longer. He didn’t give a shit. His school uniform was in tatters. His tie long gone, ripped…

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A FRAGILE FREEDOM


In my day, I represented posh, money, the rich and the famous. I carried their expensive retails, their own virtual ego proud to have me dangling from there person. No longer do I enjoy such prestige assignment. My pristine days have gone, dispatched with the hoi polloi of my ilk and not even a hint of further value. No one now owns me,…

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A STORY NEVER TO BE TOLD


There was nothing seemingly special about this paperback, except the story written inside it and the way it griped and touched the people who read it. Like many paperbacks, it was mass produced,  tens of thousands of the same story written within. It had touched and toyed with the emotions of many, for it was well travelled and had had many owners. It…

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THE DOOR AND THE OLD BRASS KEY


At first, we never noticed ‘the door’. Crikey, it was an old building, our first visit to view and with so many doors, nooks and crannies, it was easy to miss things the first time around. Even on the second and third visit, the fact that we didn’t see the door cannot be explained, except the bathroom door opened outwards and when it…

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LOST IN LONDON


A sad story of 1295 words about optimism, hope, enjoyment, fear, and ultimate loss.   It was last minute. We weren’t going. We never go, because we are never wanted. Being black, we’re not considered cool anymore, if indeed we ever were. All the others go, sometimes in turn, sometimes random, but they all get their chance to see the world. But for…

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THE LEAF


This is a simple story, 970 words long about a leaf that crossed my path and spurred me on to write something meaningful. ………………. Yesterday, I found a leaf. Or did I? I have this strange and eerie feeling that this leaf found me, as if it and I were meant to meet, by the strangest whim of fate or from the power…

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MY FRIEND ROBIN


  Just a short story, 495 words of what happened out walking the coast path.   As friends go, Robin was always a bit of an odd ball. Our very first meeting was creepy. Out walking on cold afternoon along the coast path, I was deep in thought when all of a sudden this stranger just appeared, making me jump by his instant…

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