Road Rage Remains
Here lies, your mangled remains, forged and wrapped around,
metal, smoking hot, the killing machine’s frenzied attack as that final corner,
cut, oblivious and late for work.
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The tear that falls is bittersweet,
a tale of betrayal, of bitter loss
Who knew that life could take this twisted turn,
your misery unfolds and the
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We asked you to write the next line of dialogue using this photo for inspiration. You had just 50 words. Congratulations go to Pauline Leech with her winning entry..
Leave a CommentI feel whole, bursting with love, light and intensity.
Feelings of pleasure, simple, yet tender, and the touch of his hand, electric
Leave a CommentJaney ripped the letter to shreds, watching the fragments scatter and dance as the sudden breeze swept them away. The pain persisted though. Lodged in her gut like a blistering hot poker being twisted and turned…..
Leave a CommentSomewhere, down there in the midst of the crowded market square, her would-be killer was looking for her. She had no clues as to who or even why, but the bullet that had grazed against the flesh of her upper arm had been notification enough that someone meant business. She had been lucky,
Leave a CommentAs the moon glinted through the darkening clouds, two figures began their journey through the murky undergrowth of Porters Wood, their hesitant footsteps heralding the difficulties in the overgrown trail ahead of them.
Leave a CommentThe fact that she had remembered him at all amazed him. Elspeth, the foster mother who he had clung to when he had to move to a different family, he remembered burying his head in the folds of her apron and promising to be good if he could stay. Deep down, he had known that she could barely bring herself to wave him goodbye,
1 CommentAll I had left of the woman who haunted my dreams and spurred me on to my greatest achievements was the aging photograph. Ellie Lacey, my great grandmother who had died shrouded in mystery and tragedy and the story had woven a place in my heart forever.
Leave a CommentThe rat! The absolute rat! Laura fumed. How could he? She had never felt so humiliated in her whole life. Fighting back the tears, Laura felt a surge of anger so strong that she knew if Luke Adams was stood in front of her now, she would punch him right on the nose. Emerging from the offices of Holby and Grantham
Leave a Comment“Are you the Doctor? “ The voice was wobbly and laden with confusion.
I handed her the cup of tea, carefully making sure that her trembling fingers had gripped the cup firmly. “No, are you expecting one?”
Leave a CommentMy life, my loves, a mingled mass
of emotions deep with scented pain
Of choices made and corners turned
with revelations newly found
Leave a CommentTwenty years of marriage and this was the worst set of arguments that they had ever had. Not even the trials and tribulations of raising twins had caused them to fall out on this scale. Marilyn breathed in the familiar scent of her husband’s cologne, loving his silent form so much that it hurt.
Leave a CommentIt had taken her some time to actually write the announcement even though it was only a few words but it was for The Times newspaper after all, so she couldn’t write any old thing and these things had to be done properly if they were going to be done at all.
Jenny sighed, she still wasn’t sure of her wording but at least the basics were in place. She remembered back to her time in school, it seemed like eons ago but her shrill toned,
Leave a CommentPoetic in Blue
by Gayle Potter
Picture postcard, a watercolour palette of mottled blue hues spreading across the expanse of sky.
Distant mountains dominate the skyline, mesmerising, a perfect frame and the scenery, envelops me.I feel the cool shades nurturing………
Leave a CommentThe mist was rolling down the hills around her and soon she was enveloped in an eerie, unfamiliar cloak ….the shroud seemed to muffle her calls, stifle the fear in her throat until she felt hoarse with trying to make herself heard. Where was she? How could a three year old move so fast?
Leave a CommentNever a Truer Word
By Chris Tucker
Kenny traced his hand over the car bonnet lovingly. His dream car, sleek and classy, just like him, he thought puffing out his muscles. He had been surprised when ex girlfriend Jade had agreed to let him keep the car. It was a classic after all but she had begged to keep their…
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