short stories
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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.…
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For part one, click here For part two, click here She hadn’t meant to say it. Time was ticking away. Weeks were passing, months, then a year. Time ticking down to their return to England. It wasn’t long. Surely she could cope, just a little bit longer? But he had asked her. And she couldn’t…
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For part one, click here She looked at the front door key in her hand and closed her fist round it. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t pluck up the courage to go in. “Something moved! There are tigers in there,” Gemma screamed and clung to Sarah’s leg. A black cat sauntered out of the…
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“I’m not going in there. Not if there are great, big, ferocious tigers,” Gemma cried. Eight-year-old Abigail tutted at her younger sister and shook her head. “Tigers, indeed. Of course there aren’t any tigers. It’s a garden, not a jungle,” she said, folding her arms. Sarah tried not to laugh. Despite her bravado, Abigail didn’t…
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With Valentine’s Day almost upon us, it’s time for a special love story. My thanks goes to Murray Clarke for sending this in: Roses are Red By Murray Clarke Violet, ninety-six, stared thoughtfully out of the window, a tear in her eye. The other senior citizens in the room were either asleep, reading or watching…
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The zombies were coming closer. Arms reached out. Eyes, large and lifeless, sought hers. Mouths gaped open, drool dangling down. Groans gained momentum, their frenzied excitement building. Something solid touched her shoulder. She jumped. This was it. “Want a cup of tea, love?” She looked into her husband’s eyes and then back to the TV.…
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For part one, click here. Minutes, perhaps hours, passed. Laura awoke to a dull shroud hanging over the room. The half moon shone a shining light on the bed, shadows dancing in the corner and shapes bouncing on the ceiling. Tap, tap! She swivelled round at the knock on the door. ‘There’s someone to see…
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‘Mum! Come and meet my new friend,’ Jake burst through the kitchen door. Laura beamed at her son. ‘Your first day back at school went all right then?’ ‘It was okay, I suppose. But I’ve made a bestest ever new friend. Can he stay to dinner, Mum? Can he?’ ‘If his mum knows where he…
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As many of you know, I’m a tutor for The Writers Bureau, which I love. I also write articles and short stories, and offer an editing service. I’m going to be continuing with all of those, but I am about to embark on something new. The wonderful writer, and my fellow tutor, Lorraine Mace has…
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For part one, click here. For part two, click here. ‘Well?’ he pouted as Granny ended the call. ‘Grab your coat, love. Let’s go and see your mum.’ ‘She’s not dead?’ Craig’s eyes widened and he sprinted down the hall, his anorak on and out the door. ‘And she’s got a surprise for you,’ Granny…
Esther Chilton 