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James | Allie Fox Writes...
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Allie Fox Writes…. June 18, 2015. I can hear the exclamations of fear coming from some of those close to me while others try to reassure them. They are right to be scared. I know I am, but I have been in situations like this before and survived. Help me get this to the bank and listen ’ I say, before providing them with a list of instructions. They raise concerns but help me anyway. The expression on their faces shows they think I am mad, but if I don’t try something we might as well all stand up...I slo...
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The Malevolence | sharontwizell
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The cave of horror writing. The ‘Wimmin’ Of The Nursing Home. Outline of Book One in a hundred words. Cyprian, born without a soul, exchanged by his parents in a Faustian deal, grew up to write The Book of The Dead. He lied his way to sainthood and when his false faith resulted in beheading, an eternal dark energy found life. The Malevolence grew, fed by corruption and greed, enslaved to the cursed book. Stolen, it caused witch trials and plagues, ending up buried. The evil unleashed once again. Thank yo...
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The Ad Hoc Fiction Competition | Pie In The Sky
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Pie In The Sky. The Ad Hoc Fiction Competition. July 15, 2015. Middot; by pieinthesky. Middot; in Competitions. Middot; 9 Comments. I’m quite excited this morning, as my piece was accepted for this week’s Ad Hoc Fiction Competition. In the interests of fair play, I’m not going to tell you which one it is, but you are welcome to guess! For pieces under 300 words. The first prize for this competition is 1000, and entry is usually 9, so it is worth a go! Give it a go! July 15, 2015 - 9:11 pm. Thanks all....
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Birdwatching | Pie In The Sky
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Pie In The Sky. February 3, 2016. Middot; by pieinthesky. Middot; in Uncategorized. Middot; 7 Comments. Just re-posting this one – took it down for a while to submit it (unsuccessfully) to a magazine. It’s slightly amended from the original version. 8216;Are you going to tell me where we’re going? It takes Jude a few seconds to notice the bird. Hide, crouched low in the bushes as if ready to pounce. She and the hide stare at each other warily, both with narrowed eyes. When she was a girl, Jude’s fr...
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BABY | vintagepointvirgule
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Hello, here I am, back after a long while out off writing. This is Baby’s story. Maybe you’ll enjoy it…. She picked him up and wiped his damp curls away from his face. He was in a state, all sweaty and sticky. What’s wrong Baby? My Nana, I waaannn my Nanaaa! Nana the Wubby : it was a wretched fluffy dog, with no tail and only one eye left, but Baby wouldn’t go anywhere without it. Have you lost it? Janey got Nanaaaaa, he wailed, Janey peed on Nanaaaa! 4 thoughts on “ BABY. 18 February 2016 at 18 h 38 min.
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Introducing Colonel Robert Smith – sianlangwriting
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My attempts at writing fiction. Introducing Colonel Robert Smith. January 5, 2016. January 27, 2016. In the long oval gallery of Redcliffe Towers, Colonel Robert Smith stood in silent contemplation of one of his favourite paintings: a ruined temple on a hillock with a huge banyan tree growing up through its empty roof. He knew he was dying. Like the temple, he was decaying under the implacable force of nature, and time. Mary knew it too. After we are dead. Mary, I have made my decision. I have a son.
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Zero Tolerance – sianlangwriting
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My attempts at writing fiction. March 26, 2016. March 26, 2016. Algernon had a bad feeling about this interview; it was unlikely to go well. Boys did, of course, sometimes make things up, but something about this alleged incident made him feel deeply uncomfortable, and he had to be prepared for the worst. L -let me explain, Sir, stammered the unfortunate Smithers. My aunt had recently died and I was not quite myself. Please give me an honest answer: is it true that you were seen wearing orange socks?
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Olive – sianlangwriting
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My attempts at writing fiction. May 8, 2016. May 10, 2016. A few years ago I started to write a “novel”, which I abandoned half way through. I was reminded of it yesterday by Dave’s wonderful librarian story, as the character I ended up liking best of mine was a librarian, Olive, actually quite a minor character in the story. There are a few chapters written from Olive’s point of view – this is the first. Olive gave a snort of contempt. Well, she’s awake now, presumably. Is she coming in or not? I told h...
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Robert Musa Rahim Smith – sianlangwriting
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My attempts at writing fiction. Robert Musa Rahim Smith. January 27, 2016. January 29, 2016. He tilted his nose, peering at it from every angle that the burnished glass allowed. Was it straight? Was it wide, or narrow? Did it point down towards his lips? His mother’s face was a delicate oval; Musa was sure that his was coarser, wider at the chin, but was this because he was a boy, or because he was half English? With his father long gone, his image fading from memory, it was impossible to know. Musa ...
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Olive – sianlangwriting
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My attempts at writing fiction. May 8, 2016. May 10, 2016. A few years ago I started to write a “novel”, which I abandoned half way through. I was reminded of it yesterday by Dave’s wonderful librarian story, as the character I ended up liking best of mine was a librarian, Olive, actually quite a minor character in the story. There are a few chapters written from Olive’s point of view – this is the first. Olive gave a snort of contempt. Well, she’s awake now, presumably. Is she coming in or not? I told h...
