Stands A Boxer
/When boxer Liam was…
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…Liam Brodie, boxing was life. There was nothing better than the sport. When he wasn’t training at the boxing gym, he was watching the sport on television or at his local…
By Chris Platt
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Of Murder And Blood
/…approached the prison gates with trepidation. Was he really about to do this? He was excited to be working on the biggest story of his life, but as the metal gates clanged and slowly slid open, he felt like turning and running back to the station and catching the…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreSomething Snapped
/…was feeling good on his Friday night drive home. It was the height of summer and the world seemed a wonderful place. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the classical music playing on the car-stereo. It had been a good day in the car…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThat's Another Story
/…typed up his latest story on his website. He read the story through one more time. Yes, that would do it. He finished with his trademark line. A story by Charlie Parker. He nodded to himself. His many fans would love that story, he was…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Christmas Eve Shift
/… work phone you out of your working hours it can never be good news. Karl Connor stared at the display on his mobile phone for a moment before finally picking up. He had been working shifts delivering at the kebab for almost two…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLove and Appiness
/…looked around the function room. His cousin’s 30th birthday party was in full swing. He always found this kind of bash depressing. Everyone always seemed to be coupled off and loved up. And, as usual, he was on his own. His aunt…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Best Medicine
/…and pulled and somehow managed to get free from their grip. He had to run, had to get away. He had to make his escape. He pushed them away from him. As he turned to flee, he felt a scratch on his arm. He swore and turned to see the nurse still smiling, the needle sunk deep into his arm…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDifferent Roads
/…at the house through the windscreen and tried to gather his thoughts. This was it. It was time to admit everything and face the consequences. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew he should have come sooner. It was time. Even if the outcome was bad for him, he would still…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreVintage
/…was in the pub with his friends. Every Friday night they would flock to the Nag’s Head, their local pub. They would laugh and talk and drink before staggering home to bed to sleep off the booze. They were all in their early twenties and had such busy social lives. There always…
By Chris Platt
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