stories
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It’s Thursday once again and that means five-word story time. Your new word this week is: MOON So can you tell a story in five words using the word MOON in it somewhere? Your word last week was CONTROL. Here are your CONTROL stories: EDC Writing: In control, with her, unlikely. Kim Smyth: I lost…
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It’s Thursday once again and that means five-word story time. Your new word this week is: ADOPT So can you tell a story in five words using the word ADOPT in it somewhere? Last week’s word was FAMILY. Here are your FAMILY stories: Keith Channing: You cannot choose your family. Family is but friends are.…
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It’s Thursday once again and that means five-word story time. Your new word this week is: SPELL So can you tell a story in five words using the word SPELL in it somewhere? Last week’s word was WIND. Here are your WINDY stories: Keith Channing: Wind is indeed a homograph. Wind can be a homophone.…
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It’s Thursday once again and that means five-word story time. Your new word is: SWING So can you tell a story in five words using the word SWING in it somewhere? Last week’s word was PLOT. Here are your PLOTTED stories: Terveen Gill: They gathered to plot murder. Keith Channing: The plot was definitely vacant.…
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It’s Thursday once again and that means five-word story time. Your new word is: PLOT So can you tell a story in five words using the word PLOT in it somewhere? Last week’s word was NEXT. Here are your NEXT stories: Terveen Gill: They will kill me next. Darlene: Who will she kill next? He…
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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…
Esther Chilton 