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Corona: Part Four

If you want to catch up on the previous parts, part 1 is here, part 2 here and part 3 here. Janice Scrutt racked her brains to try and think of any sort of coherent explanation for these odd events, … Continue reading

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Corona: Part Three

Inspector Thorne waited. Janice Strutt took a moment to compose herself. He’d pretty much accused her of being involved in the mysterious burial of human remains so her silence wasn’t a surprise. What was, was her eventual reaction. She stood … Continue reading

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Corona: Part Two

If you would like to begin at part one, click here. If you are already up to speed, then off you go… Mrs Strutt? Detective Inspector Thorne. I met you when…’ ‘When Roger died? Yes, I remember. You were a … Continue reading

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Corona #blogbattle #shortstory #horror

“Well, I’ll be blowed.” Janice stuck her head through the loft hatch. “What is it, Roger?” Roger Scrutt pulled a dusty black leather box out from behind the water tank. “Dad’s old typewriter. I thought Mum said she’d got rid … Continue reading

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Narnia With Benefits #writephoto #shortfiction

‘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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Losing The Past #shortstory

Every morning, at 7.29 exactly John addresses his greatest fear. As the train eases to a halt and prior to the doors sliding open John smells the acidic tang of his own sweat, feels the cold finger that runs down … Continue reading

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When Getting Your Roots Done Is Just A Protest #writephoto

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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