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Friday Fictioneers – The Manor House

Our journey into the mist was marked by adventure. We knew that the Cat people lived in the misty forest. We knew they were not known for their hospitality. After driving an hour we encountered three figures standing in the … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Play Ball

Hey Rover you there? Rover? Ralph, you up the tree again? Yes, it’s that kid again. Little Jack? Yes him, horrible kid, always chasing me, pulling my ears. Ah stop whinging Ralph, get down and play ball with him. No … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Saw The Light

There was one thing I loved about her more than anything. It was her ability to show me the way when my life was going down the gurgler. So many times I had found myself in the gutter of life … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Tackas Goes Fishing.

Clancy be getting’ over here What? It’s a feckin’ body in the water. No it can’t be. It is and look the poor feck’s got a hook through his cheek. You don’t die from a hook through your cheek. Yer … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Boots

Today I received my first pair of boots. The first I have ever owned. Prior to today boots were hand me downs or ones scavenged from the dump. Shoes are a luxury, but a necessity. They have saved me from … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Bedraggled

I’m torn and bedraggled, I’m a man with nothing. A bottle in a brown paper bag A lost life, little hope, Everyday a struggle. My thorny tree, Dishevelled in shape Like me Friends Best mates. The only colour in my … Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers – Street of Ramps

The mist clouded the garden as the old man stepped into the black limousine. A hooded figure sat in the drivers seat. ‘I’m ready.’ The old man said as the car glided into the mist. It was a short ride … Continue reading

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