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Locket by Jeroen van Rijn @j_vanRijn

Reposted from: here “Only a few metres more, Charles,” The archaeologist spurred himself on. He knew it was likely more than just a few more metres, he’d spurred himself on quite a number of times before. Of course he had expected to hit the bottom of this structure before now, and the cramp in his

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Locket by Sparkly Dust @art_of_serenity

Reposted from: here “Where’d you get that Jaz? Not got a boyfriend have ya?” Jasmine reached for the locket without thinking, turning it between her thumb and forefinger. She continued walking without answering, head hanging low and shoulders hunched against the cackle of laughter that followed her. “Jasmine, hair.” Mrs Abbott yelled down the busy

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Locket by Wendy @catfink1664

Reposted from: here “Sometimes being a carer has its perks” thought Sarah, as she dropped the locket into her jewellery box.  The daft old dear wouldn’t miss it, she hardly knew who she was most of the time.  And her two grown up kids couldn’t give a stuff, they hadn’t been in touch once that

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Locket by Captain Raz @CaptainRaz

Reposted from: here He said the locket would protect her. He never said from what. She’d found it at a flea market in the bustling city of who-the-fuck-knows, in the middle of Fucking Nowhere. She wasn’t sure what she had actually been looking for—herself or her true love or some bullshit—but it certainly hadn’t been

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Locket by The Scribbling Wren @soosietweets

Reposted from: here He sat at the kitchen table and fingered the chain. Remembering her. How her hair had shone in the autumn sunlight as it filtered through the trees. How her eyes had sparkled as she looked at him. He pushed his glasses on and read the front page again, eyes slowing over the

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Locket by Rob @rob_o_parsons

Reposted from: here It was the late 1800’s, She was a just 17, living with her mum and dad in a old house with hills behind it, she was not married, she was catholic and she was pregnant. Mary had been confined to the house ever since it was discovered she was pregnant. Dad insisted

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The Locket by Sam Kurd @splend

Reposted from: here The locket belonged to my mother. She told me never to open it, to keep it safe in its box in her basement. I forgot all about it until she died. I ‘d been going through her things, sorting out what to give away and what to keep. The box was in

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Locket by Kay Barrett @kaybeebooks

Reposted from: here I met Marie in May. Like every other memorable spring day, the air was slow with blossom. I hesitated in the scabby ground that passed as a car park. I’d accepted this story reluctantly. It was on the other side of the city; a lone tower block that shouldered its way out

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Locket – by Simon Molloy @iSimonFiction

Reposted from: here It shines upon her beating chest, This tiny store of hopes and dreams, An image kept at loves behest, But he, alas, not as he seems. The fragile chain that holds it there, Made of gold with tender clasp, Formed by hands of love and care, And with its links this heart

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