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| Type | Title | Author | Replies | Last updated |
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| Collection | Short Stories | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Collection | Poetry | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Collection | Flash Fiction | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 4 months ago |
| Story | Seven Minutes | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | The Good News | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Running Home | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Terry | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Gillian | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Grandmother's House | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | His Chaos Place | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Story | Familiar | justagirlonfire | 0 | 11 years 6 months ago |
| Forum topic | A truly sensational Story of the Week | tcook | 2 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | Little Black Dress by Clifford Thurlow | tcook | 1 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | Grandmother's House by justagirlonfire | tcook | 4 | 17 years 11 months ago |
| Forum topic | Broccoli Reasons by tizzmetizzme | Anonymous | 6 | 18 years 11 months ago |
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Gillian
Mum stood at the door looking anxiously, first at the clock, next at Gillian's hemline. I think it was just starting to dawn on her that perhaps there was another kind of party after all. 'Have fun,' she said with a shakey voice, her hands clasped tight by her navel. I waved goodbye and we headed up the road.
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- 574 reads
Seven Minutes
Sally looks at her watch: 6:35. She tuts and takes another sip of tea. 'Sally!' 'Hey Sally!' He waves frantically from the front of the cafe. She looks down quickly, stares into her mug.
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- 489 reads
The Good News
The bad news is we're out of milk, but the good news is far worse than that.
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- 469 reads
Familiar
In a strange city, on an unfamiliar street, I hear my name and turn, to see a face both smiling and awkward.
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- 525 reads
Running Home
Jamie gets a tattered piece of paper out of one of his pockets and puts it on the white plastic table in front of Brian. He points at the scrawled ink that covers it, 'That's me squat,' he slurs, 'gimme a fiver an' you can stay there too.'
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- 573 reads