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THE LAST FLOWERS
Eight in the morning and she was still the only one there. She wasn’t surprised. It had been three weeks now. Still Evie felt she had to come. She hunched down against the concrete pillar, protecting her from the unceasing wind. At least it wasn’t raining today. The surface of…
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THERE WILL BE HOPE
Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere. Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future…
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JIMMY
He sat facing the door of the bar. The bar was typical for this part of town. A couple of regulars were propped up on stools at opposite ends. They drank in silence and consistently. The bartender knew them well enough to keep their drinks topped up without being asked.…
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DIALOGUE
**An exercise in dialogue writing – write a converstaion between a parent and their teenage child** ‘We need to talk to you about this school report, Joseph,’ said Joseph’s father, turning the volume down on the football game on the television and addressing his son who had walked into…
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THE CONFRONTATION
The sun shone through the leaves of the oak tree, swaying in the gentle breeze. Their shadows played over Caleb as he sat with his back against the broad trunk, looking along the dusty track. From his carefully chosen vantage point across from the church he could see all…
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