Tag: books
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BALEFIRE

Jonny stuffed his cold hands into his coat pockets as he watched his father make the final preparations. He had been helping stack the wood in the back garden for the last week. Every year he had asked for a bonfire, every year his mother and father told him no. But not this year. This…
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CLOUDSPOTTING

Freddy ran home as fast as his legs could carry him. Breathless, he crashed through the flimsy door of the shack they lived in. His father looked up. Freddy pointed at his weathered, antique Cloudspotting book. ‘A Cumulonimbus.’ ‘A what?’ ‘I saw one. A pure white one.’ ‘What are you going on about?’ ‘A cloud,…


