“But Julia grew, and in a way, so did Jean again…” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “This Spring, We Grow Again” by Christopher DiCicco.
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“Scott had never stayed in a suite before…” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “The Hesitant” by David Micklem.
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“It had been a modest affair, catered at home.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “A Fox in Resulata” by Elizabeth Kiem.
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“You stand and look at your map and have the uncanny sense of being watched.” Today’s #TuesdayTales is “The City of Eyes” by Elizabeth Kim.
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“Imagine the family’s excitement… Peter had somehow snagged a second date…” Today’s #TuesdayTales is “The Second Date” by Dylan Tuccillo.
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“The hill was an island in the mornings, sat there above the white mist…” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Upon the Hill” by Ryan Child.
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“You look across, catch her eye, and she hides behind her stick of candyfloss.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Death” by Joshua Oldridge.
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“At three minutes past ten, lightning struck Harry.” Today’s #TuesdayTales is “The November Storm” by Chris Bogle.
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“There is one figure standing in front of the building now.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Ballerina” by Ilina Trendafilova.
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“One of your car parks now has a seemingly unending hole in it.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Worms” by Calla Nell Preece.
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Daniel was the first of us to spend the night alone in there.” Today’s unsettling #TuesdayTale is Nicola Varley’s “The Bone Room”.
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After Attracta died she never gave it back.
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I had spent two decades in desserts.
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Music is a strange and sad language, she was thinking as the bus hissed to attention at her stop.
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If I could be somewhere else – where?
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She was still pretending to sleep when the driver turned off the road.
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The first thing the new neighbours do is erect a tall fence round their garden
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Her mother had been instructed to wait in the lobby, but had slipped in while Lucy was taking the test to determine how normal or abnormal she was.
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I know that my husband never knew anyone like Gretel or Hansel. His life was just different to mine, that’s all.
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When he woke, the house was still and flat. Like a sheet of paper.
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