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In late 2020, my nan sent me a letter containing the opening to a short story, which she had written during lockdown. She doesn't usual...

November 5th

10
Feb
2023
2/10/2023

November 5th

In late 2020, my nan sent me a letter containing the opening to a short story, which she had written during lockdown. She doesn't usually write fiction, but she told me this had just come to her one day, so she

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It has been almost three years since I last posted to this blog, so you'd be forgiven for thinking I'd given up on it. I will even f...

Agony Art Series 3 is Complete!

04
Jan
2023
1/04/2023

Agony Art Series 3 is Complete!

It has been almost three years since I last posted to this blog, so you'd be forgiven for thinking I'd given up on it. I will even forgive you if you've given up on reading it. But only this time -

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Randal moved his fingers down the length of the weed so that his knuckles were pressed against the cold, hard paving slab of his driveway, a...

She Don't Clap

21
May
2020
5/21/2020

She Don't Clap

Randal moved his fingers down the length of the weed so that his knuckles were pressed against the cold, hard paving slab of his driveway, and tugged. The weed’s prickly leaves tore off in his hand, leaving the thick, wet body

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‘Good morning, Alan,’ Trixie said gently. ‘It’s 6:30a.m. Time to get up.’   Alan Briggs lifted himself onto his elbow, rubbed his ey...

Trixie is Here

31
Jan
2020
1/31/2020

Trixie is Here

‘Good morning, Alan,’ Trixie said gently. ‘It’s 6:30a.m. Time to get up.’   Alan Briggs lifted himself onto his elbow, rubbed his eyes, struggled to bring the bedside clock into focus. Trixie, it turned out, was telling the truth.   How

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