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I'm a blogger and sometime parenting journalist but creative writing is what I really love! I'm interested in emotion and motivation but also try to "see the beauty," as some Banksy graffitti once said. Praise makes me feel good but I welcome constructive criticism too...and none of you should feel obliged to "like" my work just because you've commented on it!

The end was drawing near. Albert Sumpter’s life, much like other lives, had been filled with joys and sorrows, busy times and dull. He lived alone: his beloved Elsie had been killed when the ambulance she was driving took a direct hit and he’d never wanted to marry anyone else.

That wasn’t strictly true. He’d have...

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Published 8 years ago

"I don't believe this. I really don't. I can't take it in. It's just completely fucking unfeeling, no consideration for other people. It's all ruined. It was so important and now it's just ridiculous and ruined. It'll come back to him - there's comfort in that, I suppose. There'll be something really important in his life...

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Published 10 years ago

That afternoon there is a birthday party. Lots of people Caro knows are getting together in the garden of a pub. She doesn’t feel like going but she goes anyway. If it’s dull she can just come away. She dresses properly now, slotting into the tidy image she’s managed to create with ironed clothes and a hairbrush. She sits...

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Published 10 years ago

Apparently, Rob, my lover, kept a diary. Apparently, it was marked with instructions to be destroyed, unread, in the event of his death. Well, that was all well and good...but I felt it didn't really stand up considering he had already told as many secrets to me as he had to his diary.

Now, the first time he upset me...

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Published 10 years ago

I thought you might like this. I don't want it anymore. It's not that I don't think she's gorgeous because she quite clearly is. I've even met her - that's how I got this photo of her. But I don't want it anymore.

We were out somewhere in France last year and someone said he knew a place we ought to go. We went. Cheap...

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Published 10 years ago

It was some time later that he called me. He was getting ready to move somewhere smaller, which I knew, and he'd found some photos in a drawer - would I like them? I already knew the ones he meant: orange kagools, birthday parties, she and I posing by enormous pots on Greek islands, all slightly grainy, badly-coloured...

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Published 10 years ago