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I’m also back with my five-word story challenge. Another big thank you to Lance Greenfield for looking after my challenges over the last few months. My word for this week is: POST So can you tell a story in five-words, using the word POST in it somewhere. I’m really looking forward to reading your stories.
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The Fridays are whizzing by; I can’t believe it’ll be Christmas Eve next week! This Friday, I’d like to welcome Helen Johnston as my Guest Writer. She’s written a super short story for us. Autumn By Helen Johnston Autumn blew into my life on a windswept September day. I had been living in New York…
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It’s Friday and time for my Guest Writer Spot. This week, I have something very special for you. The very talented Darlene Foster has interviewed her lead character, Amanda Ross, from her books, the Amanda Travels Series. Interview with Amanda Ross By Darlene Foster DF: Hello, Amanda. Thanks for agreeing to be interviewed as your…
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How’s your week been? I’m sure it’s been hectic, if it’s been anything like mine. Well, it’s time for my Guest Writer Spot, so sit back and enjoy an entertaining story from the lovely Ritu Bhathal. Where do the Colours Come From? By Ritu Bhathal “Oh, Matty, not again!” I placed my cup of tea…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here The knife came from nowhere. Eleanor hadn’t seen it before. All she saw was a shimmer of silver and then there was a sea of scarlet. Her mummy didn’t even get a chance to scream. Mrs Draper did. She screamed before she ran down the…
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For part one, click here I am shaking with sobs now. I know the answer. I know the things Eleanor has seen. Things a seven-year-old shouldn’t see, shouldn’t ever know anything about. And I could do nothing about it. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t save her. But it wasn’t always like this. Her daddy…
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She’s seeing things again. My dear, sweet, Eleanor. I watch her and yearn to reach out my hand and stroke her long, brown hair, to tuck it back behind her ears. The tiny girl turns. She knows I am watching. Such sadness in those glorious eyes. My fingers are edging nearer. I stop. I can’t…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here “Well, I was a dab hand at making models when I was a lad and remember when times were hard and I crafted all those toys for Colin? I’m sure I can handle a fairy,” Peter said, rubbing his hands together. … “She’s beautiful, absolutely…
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“Grandma, there’s a fairy at the bottom of the garden!” Grace cried, her finger pointing madly out of the window. “We have to go and see it. We have to!” Annie smiled at her six-year-old granddaughter’s exuberance. “It’s just started to pour with rain, Grace.” “But it’s a fairy.” Annie peered out the window, her…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here For part three, click here. “Phillip got himself a job window cleaning. He loved it and was even talking about setting up his own business. Then he went and fell from the ladder. He broke his leg in two places. It’s just not healing properly.…
Esther Chilton 