Winning Big
/…stopped off at the corner shop on his way home from work, as he did every Friday night. The guy behind the counter smiled as he …
By Chris Platt
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About The Book
/… read the book at college. It wasn’t on the syllabus. We didn’t read it in class. As far as we knew, the English department were unaware of the book and the sensation it was causing. It was handed around like it was an illegal substance. Check this out. Here, read …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreJust Ghostly
/…when she saw the figure, dropping her mug of tea to the floor. She looked on in disbelief as the ghostly figure of a woman, walked through the kitchen. The figure wore a flowing white dress under a blue denim jacket. The vision had a spectral …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreSelling Stories
/… paced up and down the small back-stage area at the book shop. It wasn’t every day you did a book-signing for your debut novel. She actually couldn’t believe this was finally happening. The writing process was long…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreMartha, My Dear
/…knew things weren’t going well with Lorraine. That was just life, or married life in particular. Life wasn’t some romance novel, not some rom-com film. In real life your partner drove you crazy, you argued, then made up, and then got on with…
By Chris Platt
Read MorePutting Pen To Paper
/About how I became…
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… a line from a gangster film I saw once, ever since I can remember I wanted to be… a writer. To me, being a writer was better than being the heavyweight champion of the world, better than playing football for England or for Manchester United…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLook Away Now
/The true story of the lengths my …
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…was just finishing his shift at the butchers shop on Thursday afternoon, when the shop owner, Louis patted him on the …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreChanging Destinations
/… found a free seat on the bus. As the bus trundled its way across the city, he rummaged in his rucksack for his pen and paper. The traffic was the usual rush-hour gridlock. He didn’t mind the morning slog. The journey to work gave him chance to work on his latest...
By Chris Platt
Read MoreVoices From The Back Room
/…took a sip of his pint of beer and sighed. It had been a bad day at the office, so rather than chilling on his sofa that evening, he’d opted to go to the pub over the road for a few drinks. He ordered a pint of cold, crisp lager and found a spot on a stool at a tall…
By Chris Platt
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