“She let his words gather then cracked them open like fruit.” Hospitals, daughters, relationships: how one woman struggles through it all.
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“I would gaze up at the stars and sink into my dreams like honey.” A quiet tale of relationships, alcohol, and (mis)communication.
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“Joe was in seventh heaven. This was what life was all about.” A beautiful story of childhood and the freedom the ocean offers to us all.
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“Our bodies can – get this, ‘bear witness to the pain history didn’t quite extinguish.’” A story of dating through OCD and grief.
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“Like the holes, his fears would be washed away, disappearing with the passing of time.” Emotions ebb and flow in today’s wistful tale.
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“Jane mostly has feelings, rather than opinions, which are harder to defend and easier to laugh at.” Class and generations clash in “Soup Kitchen” by Ellen Jones.
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“You have to focus on the good things. How would you cope otherwise?” Happiness after grief: today’s #TuesdayTale is “River” by Sarah Turner.
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“My dad’s dead now. My mum says that he was a hero. He died in a senseless war.” Today’s Tuesday Tale shows the wide-reaching impact of PTSD.
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“The air hung with inevitability. The sea still rose and fell in muted waves.” Today’s tense and mysterious #TuesdayTales piece is “The Storm Collector” by Rebecca Hawkins.
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Henry had recently taken a special interest in a new passenger— a young woman named Grace, who, Henry later discovered, worked the night shift at a local restaurant.
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As the movie credits scrolled onto the screen, Lane clutched her armrests as if her life depended on it and angst-filled her abdomen. She turned and studied Charlie.
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“He rose and stretched his arms above his head and yawned, his mouth as empty and dark as the cave.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “The Lord of the Fruit Flies” ...
“I sat across from Anna and felt a strange lightness lifting up my body.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Weight”, by Erin Winseman.
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“I met him in the Park, the day before he moved away. He said he would write, and he did… it was a love letter.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Telephone ...
“The museum shifted from being a metaphorical conceit, to becoming a reality.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “The Museum of Forgotten Toys”, by Gavin Boyter.
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Julia stood on the steps of the house, the only person on her dead-end, abandoned street, applauding solo, in ghostly community with the rest of the country.
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Picture credit: Steven Cordes
The code phrase wasn’t working. I tried to read the barman’s expression, suddenly wondering if I’d got the wrong pub.
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“In an hour and a half they’ll be ready… In two hours he’ll be home… In three hours she’ll clean offices…” Today’s #TuesdayTales is “Sunday Neurosis”, by Rhys Byrom. ...
“The Slovenian scenery had a quick-fire, video game quality…” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Piran” by Ronan O’Shea.
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“The lone figure stumbles into the valley like a lost revenant.” Today’s #TuesdayTales piece is “Hunger” by Mike O’Driscoll.
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