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Today Is Going To Be A Great Day

“Today is going to be a great day,” said the little boy Whose mother unexpectedly opened her eyes Today is going to be a great day, smiled the old man As the pain in his hands stopped for a time Today is going to be a great day, laughed the young mum As she picked up the money from the street Today is going to … Continue reading Today Is Going To Be A Great Day

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What Are You Saving Yourself For?

You hesitate to say hello – To that girl or boy, To the stranger needing help, You think twice about some invitation – Another day, another time perhaps. You aren’t ready, least not today What with this and that, you have to do. And so that chance you should have taken, Has flown, has gone, has disappeared. What are you saving your little self for? … Continue reading What Are You Saving Yourself For?

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The Stars Want Her Back

When I first got to know her, She was fully formed. A woman with life, and humour and Dreams. And in the gaps between the dark times, She talks about her dreams, And all the reasons they never happened. But now we have a fight on our hands, For she is slowly leaking back Bit by bit, thought by thought, To where she came from. … Continue reading The Stars Want Her Back

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My Favourite Thought

You are my favourite thought, favourite smile, favourite life, You’re my first thing in the morning and my last thing at night, When I speak to other souls, it is you in my head, I long for you beside me, I dream of you in bed.   You are my favourite thought, favourite day, favourite night, When I stumble through darkness, you carry the light … Continue reading My Favourite Thought

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She Carries A ‘Phone

When she was a child, she carried the ‘phone to let her mother know where she was. ‘Oh mum, I’m fine’ When she was young, she carried the ‘phone in case her friends would call. The long, hot summer days and nights of fun. When she was older, she carried the ‘phone in case he called and asked her for another evening of laughter and … Continue reading She Carries A ‘Phone

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Painted Love

When the flowers had all but disappeared from Clare’s garden, she had replaced them by painting roses and daffodils on a brick wall at the rear of her flower bed. There would be no beautiful smells welcoming a visitor as they walked up her path, but then there hadn’t been any visitors in such a long time – at least not since that peculiar day. … Continue reading Painted Love

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Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Doesn’t Mean You’re Alive

Just ‘cause you’re breathing, Doesn’t mean you’re alive, Just ‘cause you’re clever, Doesn’t mean that you’re wise, Just ‘cause you’ve faith, Doesn’t mean that you’re kind, Because you can see, Doesn’t mean you’re not blind. Just ‘cause you’re loving, Doesn’t mean you know love, And by sitting in church, You don’t speak for Above, Just ‘cause you’re hurting, Doesn’t make you unique, And because you … Continue reading Just ‘Cause You’re Breathing Doesn’t Mean You’re Alive

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A Brilliant Life

(I am happy to inform you that your piece, ‘A Brilliant Life’, has been selected for a community reading group project at the University of Northampton. ‘A Brilliant Life’ will not be sold and will be used for educational purposes only, but — as you hold the copyright to your stories — it is up to you to give permission for its use. If you … Continue reading A Brilliant Life

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Amy and Hector

There are two people in this story – as well as Hector. Hector’s the elephant. The little girl is Amy, and her granddad is the other fellow. From the moment she could walk Amy took Hector everywhere – after all he was a real elephant and wasn’t he Amy’s best friend in the whole wide world? So why wouldn’t you? Amy loved Hector and Hector … Continue reading Amy and Hector

Thing and His Song

Thing was never going to sing at the Paris Opera but that wasn’t the point; he sang because he liked it. It made him happy. Thing’s father was always whistling a tune and he did it so often that most times he didn’t seem to notice. “What’s that tune?” Thing would ask. “Heck, if I know,” said his dad. Thing’s mother would also ‘tut’ at … Continue reading Thing and His Song

ALICE – 1. Weird Wednesday

  You go to sleep at night and who’s to say that everything will be just the same the next day? During the War, folks would go to sleep in their shelter and awaken to a street flattened by bombs – but that’s not what I’m talking about, here. I’m referring to a night where you really do fall down the rabbit hole. That’s what … Continue reading ALICE – 1. Weird Wednesday

EASY

You see the lovers, sitting, Holding hands outside the café, Perfect you would think to yourself, Just perfect, Yet for a fleeting moment there is a look in one of their eyes Which screams, that the end has arrived. The woman walks the long street, watching and smiling at The babies in their prams, and the mothers and fathers, Smile back wondering what the woman … Continue reading EASY

The Day That Love Was Invented

The midday sun warmed his metal quicker than it warmed his skin parts. In this field, like every other field in the quadrant, everyone was equal. No one got more than any other cyborg, and, equally, no one would expect any less. It was the way it had been since memories began. That was the way with memories – you only remembered the last time … Continue reading The Day That Love Was Invented

2018 – Next Year’s Love

Next year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter Next year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun Next year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all Next year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things Next year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading 2018 – Next Year’s Love

Yellow Balloon

His name was Charlie and he was a kid. Charlie was lucky enough to be living through his best years. His mother, father, brother and sisters were all well, all happy, and all in that little perfect bubble that happens from time to time in life. When Charlie was eight, he had his first birthday party which involved all his friends coming to his house. … Continue reading Yellow Balloon

Coldharbour: Passing Wonderful

If Alexandra McMillan had been born in any era other than her own, she would have most certainly been burned as a witch. Luckily for her, she popped into the world the same year as Alexander Graham Bell’s telephone; inspiring her father, Robert, to name his new daughter after the Scottish inventor. Robert McMillan came down from the Isle of Skye in 1870 with the … Continue reading Coldharbour: Passing Wonderful

A Christmas Walk

He had always lived in the city. His parents had met there, and his brothers and sisters had been born there. Sometimes they’d visit the countryside, but it would always be on a blue-sky day. This led Andy to believe that the city was mostly a dark and wet place and it was the land beyond where the sun always warmed the land. He’d dreamt … Continue reading A Christmas Walk

The Man Who Mended Broken Hearts

He had spent most of his young life wondering where he fitted into things. He had tried football, but he wasn’t a footballer. He’d tried being popular, and he was worse at that than he was at football. He had tried singing, acting, comedy, knitting (yeah, that was a disaster), writing, driving, working in a factory, and he succeeded at being useless at all of … Continue reading The Man Who Mended Broken Hearts

My Granddaddy’s Farewell

I remember it was a cold day, is all.  My teacher came to take me from the class, said I had to go and see my granddaddy on account that he was leaving real soon. To be honest, he hadn’t said nothing to me, and I was his best pal. He said that I had a head on my shoulders that was ninety years beyond … Continue reading My Granddaddy’s Farewell

Three Thousand Miles of Heaven

They had first gone there when the world was a more complicated place and their lives were just plain and simple. Everything they wanted or needed, seemed easier to get back then. They had married in a small church in Big Indian, a town snuggled in the beautiful Catskill Mountains. When Tony had suggested that they go on a honeymoon, he had been thinking more … Continue reading Three Thousand Miles of Heaven

The Man Who Smiled At Stars

To all those who look at the night sky and smile. Where we lived doesn’t really matter much, ‘cept to say that you could spit into another State from our porch. That was where my granddaddy sat thinking most days and most nights. He just cogitated – “yep, I’m sitting here just running things about my great big head,” was how he’d usually greet me. … Continue reading The Man Who Smiled At Stars

Stones in a Snowball

Thing was trying to remember when it all changed between the Creek boys at the bottom of the hill and himself. It was probably something to do with that snowball. In the hot sultry days of summer, Thing and his gang of kids played at the Creek almost every day. In the winter they slid down the mountain snow in races of two or three. … Continue reading Stones in a Snowball

Honey On The Thorn

As you reach out, You’re already asking yourself if it’s all Too far, And as your tongue stretches to taste the honey, You know that the searing pain will follow, Cutting deeper than your heart can take , But who among us, Can resist? And as the blood drips from the wound, And you slam your eyes tightly, Tightly shut, Promising yourself it’s for the … Continue reading Honey On The Thorn

Thing and The Night

Thing missed being back at the cave. It was the one place that he knew his Mother and Father would eventually return. He had given up waiting on them and had struck out to see what was at the end of the world. Thing wouldn’t be gone forever, all he had to do was reach the horizon and then come home. That was his plan … Continue reading Thing and The Night

Secret Things, Sweet Things

Secret Things She awoke, as she did every morning to the sound of the muffled, shouting voice and the door being unlocked before repeatedly kicked. Slivers of sunlight were all that her young eyes could understand until she reached for the old spectacles that were her only possession. She was in the garden shed as this was where she lived. There was another kick, usually … Continue reading Secret Things, Sweet Things

Stones Under The Snow

She used to sit on her Grandpa’s knee and he’d hold her so tight like she was the only person in the world that ever mattered. Whatever the payment was to get on his knee, tears or frowns, when she was up there she felt safe. Nothing could ever hurt her there. She would run her hand through his thick white hair and giggle at … Continue reading Stones Under The Snow

This Year’s Love

This year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter This year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun This year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all This year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things This year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading This Year’s Love

One Day I Passed Perfection

The smell of shoe polish and summer, The taste of dandelion and burdock lemonade, The sun as rosy red as it ever was, My grandmother’s arm around me Kissing the top of my head, The days of leaving home for school Knowing everyone who mattered would still be there. The Beano and Dandy on a Thursday, Man from Uncle and Top Of The Pops. One … Continue reading One Day I Passed Perfection

Every Breath You Take

His name was Charlie and he was a kid. Charlie was lucky enough to be living through his best years. His mother, father, brother and sisters were all well, all happy, and all in that little perfect bubble that happens from time to time in life. When Charlie was eight, he had his first birthday party which involved all his friends coming to his house. … Continue reading Every Breath You Take

Maybe Next Time

The next time, I’ll say ‘hi’ when that moment first arises The next time, I’ll cross the street before the trouble starts The next time, I won’t put the money on that horse that lost me everything The next time, I’ll go with whom I love rather than who you said I should The next time, I will tell you that I’m unhappy and not … Continue reading Maybe Next Time

The Shoreham Stories – 1

THE SHOREHAM WILD ONES I suppose it all started on that wet Wednesday, at the cinema on St John’s Hill. Mavis had been walking up towards town when it had started to rain and had nothing to keep her head dry. Mavis had never been into one of those racy films before, certainly not one with an X certificate but she liked the look of … Continue reading The Shoreham Stories – 1

Waiting For The Winds To Blow

I’m waiting for the winds to blow, And someday soon, or later, They’ll take me on a voyage, To a land of somewhere greater.   And if we do not get the chance To wish ourselves goodbye, I’ll look for you in kinder places, As I go sailing by.   I’m waiting for the winds to blow, To take my heart away, And ‘though, we … Continue reading Waiting For The Winds To Blow

The Last Cowboy (the start)

His spring and summer were now only dust on the bonfires of life, and as he looked out at the horizon, he knew more and more that it would no longer stretch on forever. He had been young and vital once, and his dreams would have powered a city, but the lamps had dulled, and the curtains were drawn and it was going to be … Continue reading The Last Cowboy (the start)

The Legend of Little River

It was always the strangest of little towns, neither being a 100 miles from somewhere or a 100 from anywhere else. Folks mostly found it by accident is what I’m saying, no one ever really went looking for it. It was like a large hole in a road on a dark night – you just kind of just fell into it. That’s not to say … Continue reading The Legend of Little River

The Thursday Angel

She had been born on Christmas Day. As the woman with the watery eye had mentioned to her mother, “She is your little Christmas gift, your little bundle of joy”. And she was. She had grown in a very happy home, and that joy had penetrated her very bones. She had grown in body and soul and stood tall as one of life’s darlings. She … Continue reading The Thursday Angel

The Man Who Knew Where Love Was Hidden

There had always been wars. Even in the times of love and hope, there was always a reason to kill. From the 17th century onwards, wars got more complex: families fought families, brother against brother, rich against poor. If you were to ask when love started dying, it was probably at the dawn of the 20th century. For that was when Captain James Sandford, a … Continue reading The Man Who Knew Where Love Was Hidden

This Year’s Love

This year some people will leave your life And new ones will enter This year some dreams will vanish And others, not thought of, will come out of the sun This year you’ll make mistakes And you’ll survive them all This year you’ll win some things and you’ll lose some things This year some friends will fail to understand And some will grow to love … Continue reading This Year’s Love

The Tin Can That Loved

What happened to her and why she was there, would always be a mystery. Sadie, on the other hand, could remember everything about her time in the house. When Sadie had found the child, she had been wrapped in an old sweater, and had been placed on a step at the front door. She didn’t cry at all – the baby only smiled and gurgled. … Continue reading The Tin Can That Loved

Just Love

It’s a very short life, And an amazing one, Full of miracles and caring, With a universe or two, or maybe more, thrown in, All decked out with black holes and sunsets, And yet you chose to spend it hating, And loathing, and hitting and shouting, And name calling and abusing. Whatever this is, it’s a short life, And in your hating, You’ve missed the … Continue reading Just Love

The Boy Who Loved To Handstand

Charlie lived in grey house which stood in a grey street which weaved its way through a grey town. He wasn’t an unhappy kid – on the contrary, Charlie saw the world both as beautiful and crazy all at the same time. But where Charlie was alone was in the way he looked at the world. He knew that there was more to life than … Continue reading The Boy Who Loved To Handstand

THING and His Teacher

Her name was Elizabeth Browning, yep, just like the poet lady and to everyone at Thing’s school, she had been known as Mrs Honey. Where that name came from no one was sure, but she did make everyone feel good and warm (just like honey). There is probably a teacher like that in most peoples’ lives; someone who comes along once in the whole schooling … Continue reading THING and His Teacher

The Boy Who Lost Himself

The boy looked younger than his age, but for all that he was still full of the life force. The kid loved nothing better than running to the top of a hill and shouting out – ‘This Is Me!’. On one very sad and bad occasion the world tried to smash his little heart into pieces, and although there would always be a scar – … Continue reading The Boy Who Lost Himself

Frankie, Shoebuckle, Sunlight and Clutterbuck

FRANKIE Frankie never got to make a movie as a star She had to settle for standing at the back And waving to the troops, Or sometimes – smiling at the Romantic lead as he bought bananas from her. Frankie never got to make the movie of her life She just settled for standing back and being an Extra in everyone else’s.       … Continue reading Frankie, Shoebuckle, Sunlight and Clutterbuck

Everyone Matters

I remember that day we said goodbye, The day I asked you if there were any regrets, You said, you wished you had realised sooner That everyone matters. The thing is, I didn’t know what you meant then – But I do now. Who has any idea how much oxygen a person brings to your life Or how much you bring to theirs? You have … Continue reading Everyone Matters

To Wonderland

Kings Cross Thameslink 2016 and 1976 There is a place. You might have noticed it, or maybe you haven’t, but if you take the train from south London, up towards the North, the station is there. It’s in between Thameslink and St. Pancras and no one gets off – at least, not unless they are meant to – and it’s here that it happens. This … Continue reading To Wonderland

Finding Beauty

As she watched the Robin look through her window She was sure it was smiling It might even be looking at her. Upstairs her mother lay, Motionless – gone now, Soon she would have to telephone someone, And tell the world, But until then, she would just watch the smiling bird.   The light of his universe came into the room, His granddaughter smiled and … Continue reading Finding Beauty

Short Lives (100 word stories)

New York City, December 1963 I remember fighting a rather lonely wind as I crossed Central Park on that particular Wednesday before Christmas; an old faded newspaper flapped in the breeze against a wooden seat but I could still make out the headline: ‘JFK Dead’. They would be coming soon, those wise men from the east, the Beatles with their new English beat music. Perhaps … Continue reading Short Lives (100 word stories)

Mole Hills and Mountains

Olivia had been playing out in the yard when she’d heard a door bang in the house. As she got nearer to the porch, she could hear her Grandpa hollerin’ about this and that but mostly about Old Chief Makkawaw who lived up on Old Creek Road. Then her Grandpa slammed the door again. This kind of thing wasn’t like her Grandpa at all, so … Continue reading Mole Hills and Mountains

Me and Buzz and Soccer

One of the other times that Buzz had a mid-life crisis was that summer when his first hair grew out of his chin. You would have thought that he was Fu Man Choo or somethin’. He’s tellin’ me he ain’t decided if he’s gonna let it grow into a full beard, or trim it using his Paw’s old razor. The one his Paw left him … Continue reading Me and Buzz and Soccer

A Shoreham Light

To say that the village was different from other villages would be stating the obvious. It was a magical little place where small miracles occurred each, and every day. It was the village which chose you, and not the other way about. It was a place that you felt you’d discovered by accident, but you were probably heading towards it all your life. It cared … Continue reading A Shoreham Light