Short Story – Please. No.

Short Story – Please. No.

She only had one chance, so she had to get it right. Fury gave her immeasurable strength. She jabbed the end of the rake hard into his throat to crush his airway. As he slowly asphyxiated, their eyes met. With a thrill of satisfaction, she saw realisation dawn in the remaining seconds of his life
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Short story – Laundry day

Laundry day Wot a rubbish day for laundry. Kids clothes mainly and Manchester. But iss warm wiv the dryers all running. And no-one ever asks us why I’m here. No-one is crurious about uvver people no more, too busy swiping and clicking on them little screens they carry. I’m cosy in the corner, on this
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Loss

I recently lost Jake. My soul-mate. He never judged me. Never minded if I ate too much, didn’t brush my hair or wear pyjamas all day. He snuggled up with me at night but also knew when to give me some space and I loved him with all my heart. He had surgery for prostate
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Loss

I recently lost Jake. My soul-mate. He never judged me. Never minded if I ate too much, didn’t brush my hair or wear pyjamas all day. He snuggled up with me at night but also knew when to give me some space and I loved him with all my heart. He had surgery for prostate
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Rose files 3

The Rose Files – 3 There I was, talking to a fellow writer the other day, when the topic of describing movement came up. It can be awkward to do sometimes. I once wrote the following: “I lifted my shoulders and spread my arms out at the sides.” A writer’s group friend at the time,
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👀 2 Minute read!! Rose files – 2

The Joy of People Watching Since I’ve been writing I have realised that there are stories everywhere. I was behind a couple in the supermarket the other day. She was blind, white stick, hanging onto her partner’s arm. They were arguing about where to find something. That in itself was fiction fodder, right there, but
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