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When Is A Door Not A Door #shortfiction #writephoto

Posted on Jun 22, 2019 by

‘There.’ ‘Where?’ ‘What do you see?’ ‘You got me up for twenty sodding questions?’ ‘Humour me?’ ‘Logan, it’s five in the morning on the longest day. I’m standing in wet grass by a ruin without having had either a coffee … Continue reading →

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Narnia With Benefits #writephoto #shortfiction

Posted on Jun 18, 2019 by

‘What is it? Can I take this blindfold off yet?’ ‘Nearly… There!’ Rodney stood back, arms apart in one of his tada! gestures that Jessica found soooo irritating. Jessica blinked, eyes adjusting to the crepuscular light. ‘It’s a tree.’ For … Continue reading →

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History Repeats #writephoto

Posted on Jun 8, 2019 by

‘She’s there, just by the shore.’ Sarah glanced nervously at Martine, hoping for some response. Any response. ‘How far?’ Sarah sighed. Martine was like the others. ‘About 200 yards, at two o’clock. She’s staring out to sea.’ Of course she … Continue reading →

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It’ll Be A Blast, Mr. President #writephoto

Posted on May 31, 2019 by

‘It’ll Be A Blast, Mr President.’ ‘Yes, Mr. President, we’re sure you’ll like this one. It plays to all your particular preju… policies as well as achieving the Ultimate Goal.’ ‘The UG? You sure, Rumpled? You know what happens when … Continue reading →

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Competition Is Its Own Life Blood

Posted on May 24, 2019 by

Lentilah Blossom stood at her door and checked her watch. One minute past the hour. Where was the old bat? Just winding me up, she thought. She’s the one who’s moaning if I’m even a fraction late. Well, just you … Continue reading →

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Love In A Hot Kitchen #writephoto

Posted on May 19, 2019 by

The members of Pollop on the Nadge’s Woman’s Institute would have come up with the following adjectives to describe themselves, if prompted with either: discrete flattery; or the opportunity to view the lightly oiled pectoral muscles of Jem Hayrick, the … Continue reading →

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When Getting Your Roots Done Is Just A Protest #writephoto

Posted on May 14, 2019 by

Whip Willow and Twigs Birch stood, aghast. Twigs spoke first. ‘Did you know?’ Whip shook convulsively. ‘Just there was this old lady who needed her roots doing. Nothing like this.’ ‘She doesn’t need a prune, she needs a digger. How … Continue reading →

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