Category: Writing
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The Wrong Day
The day started badly, and went downhill from there. When the alarm went off, he leaned over the wrong side of the bed to silence it. When he got up, he put on the wrong bathrobe – the one that was far too short for him. In the shower he used the body wash in…
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You Are Currently In A Queue
“You are currently in a queue,” said the message for what she reckoned was about the three hundredth time today. It wasn’t the repetition that was annoying her, so much as the redundancy of the message. She could see she was in a queue. It extended for miles in front of her. She’d been in…
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A Pound Of Flesh
My launch price is set. I have to say, I think I’m being somewhat undervalued. In fact, now I come to think of it, everyone I know who’s been privatised has been radically undervalued. Hmm. There’s something fishy going on here. I need to work through this with a cynical logic, and ignore the money…
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Second Draft
Lucy always wondered what happened after death. For the most part, she thought it would all end, that her body would just turn to soil, and that would be that. In her more vulnerable times though, she wondered about an afterlife, about going somewhere better (or worse), and about the idea of a soul. This…
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Don’t Have The Words
‘You’ll feel better if you write something.’ The words haunted him, pricking at his conscience, turning a never ending clock round and round. He hadn’t written a word for nearly eight years. Not even a text message. Long ago, he’d been prolific of course. The sentences had flowed out of him like a tumultuous river.…
