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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: My hometown

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My Home Town It is tiny really, when you go back there, the little grey road that ventures the length of only a few houses before curving back on itself. The pavements are tiny too; narrow enough for an average sized person and a single buggy in front of them. A twin buggy would surely overlap onto the road. Although this di... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life

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Beans On Toast And she thinks, I am not a chocolate addict anymore as she sinks her 2 squares of Lindt into her tea and tastes the bitter-sweetness of it. And she picks up the pink bottle of hypo-allergenic illuminating lotion by her bedside and wonders who is the man in the lab formulating this pearly pink liquid that sits ... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships

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The Inevitability Of Weeds First I am sitting peacefully on the dainty wooden chair at the table next to the oven. I have the usual ingredients in front of me. I start on the chopping. He'll come in a minute and help me. It's getting later, though still a little light outside. Inside it's bright and the kitchen is cluttered ... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Grandparents

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Nanny Dean's We both sat down on the sofa in front of the TV. The strange unfriendly material tickled my legs slightly; I pulled my skirt further down to cover them. Granddad was watching a comedy, and found it hilariously funny. He always laughed out loud like that, until it descended into a cough, or sometimes a fit of cou... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Work

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The Joy of Work You rush out of the house flicking drips of rain off your scarf. You manage to get the bus. Your phone is charged up just enough to get a sarcastic answer-phone message from Donna at the agency. Oh hi she says, erm I've got a shift for you tomorrow but your phone's never switched on. She pauses and then saysk... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Resentment

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Dad I pull up outside the small white bungalow, barely enough petrol to get me through the day. I sit there for a moment. That slight feeling of dread in my stomach and tinge of humiliation at having arrived at this house where they are. The happy family. Sometimes I don't know whether I do this because of duty, because I wa... More..

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Sinister tales

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The beginning In the beginning there were no words, just a man being sick repeatedly. His wife stood there looking bemused and occasionally would intervene begrudgingly to wipe his brow with a dirty dishcloth. In the beginning she would fill the empty space with irritating comments and jokes but later realised that these wer... More..

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