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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#169 – Agony

This week’s prompt: …so what time did you say it was?… I awake. My face is buried in long grass. My mouth feels like a gravel pit. My body doesn’t want to know what happened, or when. My mind thinks, … Continue reading

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#138- Work It Out

…but what is the prompt?…   It’s perfectly obvious. I can’t see why you can’t see it. Like it’s as plain as the nose on your face. Now stop it, there’s no need to go into the Python routine about … Continue reading

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #136 – it was 50 years ago

I was riding my bike from school when I fell off and landed on my knee. I gashed it; blood flowed, if I look closely the scar remains. No thought then of going to the doctor or the hospital. My … Continue reading

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100 Word Challenge Inhaled – The Princess

I inhaled in catching sight of you. I couldn’t believe it was you. We hadn’t seen each other in years and the change in you was amazing. Before me stood a princess. You had said you were into exercise as … Continue reading

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #131- Roger the Night Demon

…when the night demons visit…   Hello Hello You don’t look frightened. I should be? Yes I’m Roger the night demon. Roger? Why’s everyone say that? Well it doesn’t actually strike terror into a person does it? Hi I’m Roger … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Red Things

The stairwell had long intrigued me. As a kid I used to marvel at the ornate metal work in the building my Aunty Eunice lived in. It was one of those that went up a long way, reached a point … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – End of the Line

The boardwalk was the end of the line. You didn’t have to tell people. They just knew. It was eerie standing at one end knowing that in the distance was the last stop. It was a place you would often … Continue reading

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