Project Tag: Fiction
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No Going Back
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A Short Story About A Life Too Small It was the end of August, and summer was dying. When Margaret looked at Dennis this afternoon, she saw how he had been when they first met. He hadn’t been a classically handsome man, he was too short and there were too many flaws in his features…
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Angel Street
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There he was. Arthur Scargill. Sixty feet high and wearing a miner’s helmet. It wasn’t Scargill, of course. It was a mural in brick of a steelworker who looked a bit like him. The mural had been made when the gable wall was built in the eighties. At that time the man was living in…
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For The Roses
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The house was empty. It had been empty for some time. He could tell by the smell of it. Most of the houses he cleared had that smell. Fusty, whatever fusty meant. He had decided that it meant dead. Cobwebs strung across the door as he entered. Silver strands hung from an old lampshade in…
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There
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“What a pillock.” The two boys in the seat in front of him turned to look at him. John turned to look through the window, his face burning at missing his stop and speaking his thoughts out loud. The bus had just turned on to London Road. He pressed the button and got off, chuntering…
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Writing Me Up 