Bursts liked by Shirley Golden.

I sit at my mother’s pine kitchen table and gaze out of the window and marvel at the delicate web of frost that is etched across the glass. I curl my hand around the mug of herbal tea, the vapour steaming up my glasses and momentarily rendering me blind. I take off the tortoiseshell frames and clear them awkwardly on my...

741 words by J Manwaring

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The golden summer light had burnt away the morning mist and baked the dew soaked lane. Not a soul was about apart from a few butterflies that fluttered from bloom to bloom, drunk on the potent nectar from the tangled hedge roses that embraced the verge. The morning light shone through the translucent wings; staining the...

504 words by J Manwaring

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Walking up the winding garden path would have been intimidating for anyone else, but for her, it felt like home. The trees writhed and twisted together in the stormy night. Appearing black until the intermittent flashes of lightning briefly bleached them. She carried on up the gravel path. She closed her eyes as she walked...

348 words by N Heathcote

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Luke is a man and he is famous. No, that’s wrong. Luke is first and foremost famous, and then he is a man. Perhaps outside of that matter, is that he is soon to be dead. He shifts his fingers through the desolate dregs of tobacco to find enough to make a makeshift cigarette. He’d been quitting for six years now but he...

803 words by E Coles - Jordan

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Gnosiomandus: Dead Letters (1)

Gnosiomandus sipped his tea. It was cold. Again. He'd been reading through a packet of old letters salvaged from the collapsed chimney of a former diplomat's manor in the Burned Over District.

He set the chipped cup down on the little table at his side. There was barely any room for...

1101 words by j garrison

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Two backwards, one forwards.

John had never saved a life before. He wasn’t even sure this really qualified – the paramedics had taken over pretty quickly but he’d been the one who’d dragged the woman from the pool, lain her down and put her in the recovery position, something he’d not done since scouts, and Billy...

480 words by M Bailey

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“A dragon,” Slip shouted, accidentally releasing a long stream of bubbles in her excitement.

“Where?” a fish from behind her demanded, drawing up alongside her in an instant.

“There,” she said incredulously. “Don’t you see it?”

The fish beside her squinted and stared around for a few moments, before shuddering...

341 words by D Taylor

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Ash’s limbs swayed and her leaves rattled as the wind rushed by. Squirrels ran around her trunk, tickling her as they raced to the top.

“Morning Maple, how you feeling?” Ash called across the path.

Maple only groaned and whistled in the wind.

“Maple? Are you awake?”

“You…your…” Maple creaked.

“What’s...

127 words by H Pauff

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The jingle played and the graphics flashed across the screen as Jack Taylor’s smooth voice filled the kitchen with his trademark opening. “Good morning everyone, breaking news…”

“Don’t cook them too long,” his son warned.

Phil cursed under his breath after burning his fingers on the skillet. He used to love the...

199 words by H Pauff

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“For Christmas Dad I want a dragon.” said Suzie one night as she sat on his lap.

“Not a toy one, a real one that flies and breathes fire, and if I don't get one, next year I'll be bad.”

“Oh” said Dad.

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“I'm not sure that Santa has any dragons, they'd eat up his reindeer and stomp on his elves.”

“What...

325 words by A Blackshaw

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I'm trying to put my shoes on. Can't you see that I'm trying to put my shoes on? Then why aren't you just watching, complimenting my exquisite balance? You're calling me names instead, you're jeering at… at me, you're not loving my foot brought up to such lofty heights—my midsection. In not doing so, you are...

417 words by M McClelland

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“What do you mean the instruments aren't detecting anything?” Wan asked, peering through the thick glass window of the bridge as if he could see the city glimmering in the distance.

“I dunno,” Ia shrugged, “but I'm telling you that they’re not reading any energy signatures.”

“That’s impossible,” Wan muttered, his...

658 words by D Taylor

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