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  Great, my story’s finished! Oh dear, it’s a bit long. I’m double the 200-word limit. Some editing required methinks. So, out goes the second paragraph. It’s not really necessary. Without it, paragraph three has nothing to relate to, so that can go too.…
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  Fred Lion was a very successful businessman. His first job was delivering pizzas on a bicycle. A few years later he was carrying valuable jewellery and rare artworks around the country. Then he started his own company, Flion, personally flying items of…
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    She searched for the street. Was it here? No, up those steps over there. Yes, home at last, back in her street of memories. She’d been happy here! But it wasn’t the same. Those apartments weren’t there, Auntie Julie’s house was. And Jamey’s house was…
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He watches the waiter tidy the mugs then return to the kitchen. His phone vibrates. A message. Rear RHS 410 6750. He walks to the table, picks up a mug from the back of the right-hand stack and scoops up a key. He pours some coffee, returns to his seat,…
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    Bob the Cobbler was a happy soul. Cob the locals called him. If your shoes needed repairing, he was your man! Shula Lacey ran a shoe shop. She and Cob had been friends for years and everyone knew one day they’d tie the knot, after all, they made the…
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Sunday Photo Fiction     He was driving way too fast. ‘Are we there yet?’ called a plaintive little voice from behind. The tyres protested as he swerved this way and that. ‘Are we there yet?’ cried the little voice. His ears were assaulted by the staccato…
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