Monthly Archives: January 2016

Faith by Wendy @catfink1664

Reposted from here. Lisa sat up in bed and stretched lazily. She pulled on her dressing gown, and shuffling into her slippers she crossed the hall and gently pushed the door open to her mum’s room. “Mum, are you awake?” Her heart sank as she saw her sitting in the window chair, staring vacantly at

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Bad Faith by Thom @MrMoth

Reposted from here. Where the music ended and the screams, the applause, ended was impossible to say. A solid wall of heat radiated from the audience to the stage, adolescent lust breaking in foaming waves around his feet. I stared up at him, my eyes glazed with that same longing, damp with frustrated tears. He

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Faith, Hope and… by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Reposted from here. A draughty hall, the radiators had been broken for as long as anyone could remember but in the background you could hear water bubbling. A table, one wobbly leg propped with folded paper. It still rocked. Sarah, Edna & Maureen were putting the finishing touches to the new wall hanging for the

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Confidence by Nathan @NathanRedland

Reposted from here. “Doc” Ethan Brunswick’s show rolls into town every few months, but the other townsfolk treat him like he’s the Messiah Himself. He might just be peddling hair tonics, health elixirs and love potions, but for some of these folks he’s the only source of reliable news from out of the county without

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Confidence by Captain Raz @CaptainRaz

Reposted from here. Your palms are sweaty, your hands shaking. There is the taste of bile in your throat and if you get through this without vomiting it’ll be a fucking miracle. You don’t need to look in the mirror to know you look like shit; you already know that your face is pale, your

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Confidence by Laura M @LauraMullan

Reposted from here. Jane looked up as Lizzie wandered over to her desk. She tried not to frown or look disappointed but she knew that this could only mean one thing – Lizzie wanted a chat over her morning coffee and Jane would have to listen, nod and agree when all she really wanted to

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Edna Black by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Reposted from here. Lives in flats overlooking Victoria Park. Spends her days by the floor to ceiling window, pen in hand. A splendid view across the park, she sits in a gold armchair pointing directly at her telly. A brown leather effect case embossed with the words ‘Radio Times’ (bought in 1982) on her lap.

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Citizen by Captain Raz @captainraz

Reposted from here. Everyone in the Commonwealth wants to be a citizen. It means you’re civilized, accepted; you have rights. Only a tiny fraction of the Commonwealth’s inhabitants ever acquire citizenship, and most of them are wealthy. For those born without means the only way to obtain citizenship is through service. Joining the army is

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The Lottery by Alex Watts @alexwattsesq

Reposted from here. “Quiet my loves, and I’ll tell you what my mother told me. If you’re very good, and very lucky, and you work very hard you might earn enough one day to afford a lottery ticket, and if you’re very good and very lucky indeed, you might even win. And for a year,

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She’s Back by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Reposted from here. The house always felt & smelt different when I got back after any time away. This time though, after a fortnight away at my parents for Christmas, it felt emptier perhaps echoing the emptiness I’d felt over the last two weeks back home. Some scents I could recognise- there was the familiar

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