I knew something important was happening because a taxi pulled up and Mum told me to come downstairs.” In today’s #StorySunday, a young woman navigates her life on a council ...
What happens when a party goes wrong?
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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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She worries. God knows why.
David RoseDavid Rose ...
Oh, reticent consumer, presumer of endless parades of dead-soul days. Crash the doors, explore the twin shelves
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If I could be somewhere else – where?
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I see in each ruby a trapped woman in the confines of her man’s world.
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She was still pretending to sleep when the driver turned off the road.
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I waited at the top of his street. Two young boys were racing in go-karts. Every time they zoomed past the bottom lamppost, they hopped out and started up the ...
With fork and knife, thus armed he watched as she began to peel back the skin of the plaice with a delicate precision until its white flesh glistened, perfectly pearlescent, ...
The first thing the new neighbours do is erect a tall fence round their garden
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The house isn’t half empty without you.
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A wild interview with a national icon.
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The audience members are on their feet, applauding with categorical enthusiasm.
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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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Sooner or later, everyone has to hear their voice for the first time.
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When he woke, the house was still and flat. Like a sheet of paper.
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I call you again and hear nothing back. I cross through swirling motes caught in greenish rays, over the carpet that I swear squelches under my shoes, towards the bedrooms ...
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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