“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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If I call you, you’ll say, hello, I’ll say, hi mum, it’s me, Catherine, then you’ll hang up.
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One day, he says, he’ll ride over the top of the western peak and never come back.
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I’ve tried to squelch that terror, to chase it deep inside me so that the watchers might turn away, but the moment of the bargain always wrenches it forth again.
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No, I didn’t know Trevor all that well, but, you know, I saw him around.
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“The shape of her grew smaller and smaller until she was only a speck at the edge of the road.”
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Do you think that time makes it harder to feel, or harder to pretend you’re not?
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I liked Ben enough. I didn’t love him; I could never love someone so whole.
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