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Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Holidays with family: 1 of 16

My Grandad the Hero The rain tap-taps on the roof, a soft sound, reminiscent, making inside seem more sheltered, warm. There's nothing else like this, sitting in here listening to the rain. It's the noises that stay with you. A noise like that can send you straight back to when you were small. Like the whistling of kettles a...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Family memories: 24 of 116

Cry Baby I looked over at Karl, his eyes were really big and wide open. Two and a half years older than me but still scared. He always did this when things happened. The handlebar had gone through my window. I should be the one with a white face. I should be more afraid than him. But I wasn't. They knew I'd be ok. What's the...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Meaning of life: 59 of 183

Pride She sits neatly at one end of the huge couch, knitting on her lap, watching TV. Just as she does most evenings. An activity to stop her falling asleep in the chair before her bath at ten o'clock. At the other end of the house her husband sits in their conservatory drinking lager from a can, watching tv. When he opens t...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Inspirational: 26 of 54

The Walk Home The seagulls hung above our heads as we walked, flying up before us then landing like a wave, breaking against the pavement. Buffeted, suspended by sea winds, restricted within streets. Week day, 6am, a grey whirling drizzle. Acid eyes that have not seen sleep and the remains of strychnine smiles. I look to Phi...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unusual encounters: 206 of 207

The rain tap-taps on the roof, making inside seem even cosier. There's nothing else like this, sitting in here listening to the rain. It's the noises that stay with you, I find. A noise like that can send you straight back to when you were small. Like the whistling of kettles and clatter of pots in the morning, the sounds of...