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Tag Archives: short story
Dylan Hughes is our host for the First Line Friday challenge. You can check out the full details here: Your line for this week is: Was that a knock? Was that a knock? She sat upright in bed and listened. … Continue reading
Dorothy Poole settled herself with a cup of tea and a scone at the little patio table outside her apartment, Twix contentedly curled up beside her on the arm of the chair. Today was the 6th of January, 12th Night, … Continue reading
This week Rachel gives us a sentence starter. ‘What happened?’ The room was a mess. The contents of the dresser spilled over the open drawers like a fabric waterfall. Shoes cluttered the floor and bed, stockings draped from the chair … Continue reading
She was a pain, and a vain one at that. Nothing was ever good enough, and she was obsessed with her hair. Arnie had had enough of her preening in front of the mirror, the trips to the beauty salon … Continue reading
Several comments on my post in response to Sue’s writephoto Summit yesterday were curious as to who the man was helping Lady Elenor. I’ve followed it up with this and hope it fills in the gap. Ivan led her away, trembling … Continue reading
Here’s the link for Rochelle’s challenge this week. https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/02/27/2-march-2018/ Thanks to J Hardy Carroll for the photoprompt this time. What had started as a simple class for basic self defence for twelve to twenty five year olds snowballed thanks to … Continue reading
Syd Stone looked across at the vultures sitting around the boardroom table. Joanna was right, she didn’t know any of them. The funeral had taken some arranging, but it had gone off without a hitch, the Book of Condolence duly … Continue reading
Thanks Dylan. Your line for this week is: My parents are not generous, with money or affection. https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/19271780/posts/1504974525 It’s not their fault though. Having an arranged marriage based on compatibility, they lived together but showed no outward feeling of emotion … Continue reading
The road was familiar, one she had walked umpteen times in the dark. The car pulled out from the crossroads, and turned its lights off. She shouted ‘Lights!’ and continued on her way. Up ahead, her route led her towards … Continue reading