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Walking Home

Genre: Thriller

Gertie sighed, stifled and yawn and checked her watch for the 10^th time. Her shift at the hospital was nearly over. She ran the reception and admissions at night and loved her job but it had been unusually quiet and she longed for her bed.

‘Night, see you tomorrow.’

‘Night.’

‘Night’ her colleagues called. She bundled up and headed home. It was a short walk from work to home and she often enjoyed the brisk pre-dawn chill, it made her feel alive. The shortcut through Denny’s Haven cut 5 minutes off her walk and she always took it. An old tunnel ran right through the center, it was well lit and her shoes echoed against the tiled walls.…

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The Pearl and the Wristwatch

Genre: Drama

‘Rub it between your teeth. Gently!’

‘It feels grainy.’

‘That’s how you know it’s a real pearl.’ Tom said.

Jenny smiled. It was her only valuable possession. Her apartment was furnished with hand-me-downs and cheap knockoffs, making it a hodgepodge of non-décor in the spotless apartment.…

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Writer’s Block

Genre:  Horror

Andrew stared at the screen. The blinking cursor hung in the air mocking him. Blink. Blink. Blink. He ran his hand over his smooth chin in frustration. There must be something! His agent was waiting impatiently. If he hadn’t lied and said he was nearly finished with his next book he wouldn’t be in this position. Sweat trickled into his eye burning it.

‘Tea?’ his wife Dolores shouted through the door.

‘No!’ Stupid bitch – if she didn’t keep interrupting him maybe he could get his book finished, he thought totally unreasonably. Blink! Blink! He balled his fists into his eyes and cursed. Maybe tomorrow would be better.…

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In A Perfect World…

Genre: Drama

‘Bye.’

‘Goodbye and thank you.’ Tears flowed and Anna couldn’t wait to get away. Away from the bright cheerful Hospice where the many floral scented air fresheners turned the smell of death into a nuance. The staff who had become her family over the last 7 weeks had gotten her through the biggest challenge of her life. She walked out into the cool January morning vaguely noticing the dawn painting.

Jem was her soulmate. Her everything. 30 years of memories were all she had left. They had no children apart from their fur-babies who no doubt would feel the loss just as much as she did. Tears flowed along her cheeks and down her neck, wetting the lace on her pink T-shirt. Anna got home, fed and cuddled the animals, climbed into bed and dropped into a deep, dreamless sleep.…

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