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The Stranded BrideShe looked distressed as I went over to help. She was wearing a wedding dress. I thought it was rather strange to be driving a ten year old Renault Clio in a wedding dress.The Stranded Bride
Been left at the altar, she’d said.
We got the bonnet up between us and I was fiddling about underneath with the engine when it started to rain. I told her to get back in the car, but she refused. I told her she’d ruin her dress. Apparently, the dress could get fucked. People were beeping their horns at us as they
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Fire House - Part OneHe watched as the tea swirled around in his mug. He held the silver tea spoon in his hand, waiting to dip it back into the mug. It was banal really to be standing here, in front of the French windows, staring out over the long lawn, making a mug of tea. The lawn was beginning to look like a small swamp as the rain fell heavily, splashing against the window with a great force. He pulled out the chair that was pushed under the worktop and sat down, still facing the French window. He glanced up at the large clock, an old fashioned station clock brought four years ago in a small antique shop just outside Berlin, andFire House - Part One
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The Musician and the Artist.I could always feel him there, whether he was standing in the corner of the kitchen, or by his beloved piano in the dining room. The hairs on the back of my neck would stand up, and for a moment, he’d be there. Maybe it was a longing for him that I’d never truly satisfied which made this strange, unexplainable print of him visit me when I was lonely. We’d lived, side by side, each living out these two very separate lives in the same house. He, the teacher, the pianist, the genius, and I, the artist, the observer, the failure.The Musician and the Artist.
We’d bought the house together, ignor
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In RetrospectI can pinpoint the exact moment my life changed forever. It was 1916, and it was raining. A large shell exploded just to the left of where I was standing, less than two feet in front of me. A yell came echoing over and less than thirty seconds after the explosion, a body fell over the parapet. The man rolled onto the floor and lay on his back. His eyes were still open. I threw myself to my knees and rested a hand under his head.In Retrospect
“Stay with us…” I whispered, as he stared up at me, utterly speechless, “Stay with us old boy.” His e
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| I'm twenty years old and am studying writing at university, one day hoping to be published. I'm currently editing a novel I've written and have many, many projects aside that. |
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- Current Residence: UK
- Interests: Writing & Musical Theatre
- Favourite movie: The History Boys, Brideshead Revisited, RENT
- Favourite genre of music: Westend/Broadway show tunes
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