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Turbulence

December 23, 2020December 23, 2020 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 6 Comments

Kevin sat on the plane reading the newspaper, as the air from the overhead nozzle streamed down onto the paper, it created an eddy that whirled up and blew around his face. He looked out of the small window at the clouds and day-dreamed that the air was whooshing over his face as he flew … Continue reading Turbulence

Tear ‘Em Down

September 16, 2020March 29, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Mossop and Tiddler lay slumbering on their platform high up in the tree. The chorus of birds grew louder and the sun gently peaked through the canopy as the workman began arriving in their trucks and vans. They yawned and stretched as they looked down on the workman congregating around the diggers. In the middle … Continue reading Tear ‘Em Down

Gentleman Jack

September 10, 2020March 29, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Jack sat in his boxers on the bench of the laundrette, watching his clothes tumble in the industrial washing machine. As they sloshed around he picked up the packet of cigarettes from the side and tapped one out. Then after looking around for the lighter, turned back to the washing machine and sighed. As the … Continue reading Gentleman Jack

Perchance to Dream

September 9, 2020March 29, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

It first happened on the 7:15 to Paddington. I was in a trance due to a severe lack of sleep; caused not by a rock n’ roll lifestyle, but years of engrained insomnia. As the rhythm of the train pulled me along through the city landscape, with the crowds of people and streams of cars, … Continue reading Perchance to Dream

Autumnal Promise

September 1, 2020March 29, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Thomas held on to the handle of the trolley as his mother steered it around the supermarket. Ghouls and skeletons hung from the ceiling and plastic spiders were stuck to the shelves. Their trolley was almost full with the usual groceries, plus packets of brightly coloured sweets and candied fruit. ‘Now?’ he pulled at his … Continue reading Autumnal Promise

I’m Ready, Grandma

August 28, 2020March 28, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 2 Comments

The first time stung; a black eye and bloody nose – it wasn’t so bad.They’d moved to the city from Maple Bay, a beautiful and tranquil seaside village, where the serenity of the surroundings matched the temperament of the inhabitants. He’d had a lovely group of friends, but his mother said it wasn’t enough. He … Continue reading I’m Ready, Grandma

Alone at Sea

August 27, 2020March 28, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

Lightening lit up the sky and reflected off the mirror calm ocean; small ripples began rolling across its surface, as debris fell from the burning cargo ship. Pele and James perched on opposite ends of the escape boat, the oars drifting off into the distance. They glared at each other as they heard distant screams … Continue reading Alone at Sea

BBQ Weather

August 9, 2020March 28, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ Leave a comment

The smell of cooking meat wafted across the garden, over the neighbour’s fences and into their homes. ‘You just can’t beat a good steak,’ Neil declared as he speared a hunk of meat, that was sizzling on the bbq and transferred it to a plate. Something caught Neil’s eye and he looked up from the … Continue reading BBQ Weather

Windows to the Soul

August 6, 2020March 28, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 1 Comment

I have a case of extraordinary vision. My eyeballs have been prodded, my eyelids lifted; stuck in near pitch rooms and torches shone in my eyes. Most people think 20-20 vision is the best you can do, some in the know think it’s 20-15, but mine is 20-.001. Let me explain… for 20-20 vision you … Continue reading Windows to the Soul

Naughty or Nice

August 3, 2020March 28, 2021 ~ Just Another Writer ~ 5 Comments

Moonlight cast shadows on the wall of the house as Jason crept delicately through the flower bed. A snail crunched under his foot and he quickly lifted it up, out of instinct. He bent down to look at the decimated shell, then stepped to the side and carried on round to the back of the … Continue reading Naughty or Nice

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