The Latent Ailment
/…of those days bestirs my imagination. I know it is dead but...", Oliver said looking at the patterns engraved on the roof of Notre Dame. "Those arches, I know, are integral for its…
By Aadityaamlan Panda
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A Lesson In...
/…dished out the pasta Bolognese onto the plates and called through to his wife that dinner was ready. As she joined him at the dining table, the Italian music was in full swing. The kitchen was soon filled with instrumental traditional Italian music and the aromas of the wonderful…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreRoad Tripper
/…sat at their usual table in the favourites corner of the café, here they were free to furiously discussed their next pilgrimage. They had been given the nickname…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read MoreDirty Secrets
/…foot of the metal ladders leading up to the loft. Her husband, Ian, was up there again. The attic space had become his favourite place recently. Where other men would spend time fishing or watching sports, or in the pub, Ian was retreating more and more, to their recently converted…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreBuilding An Ice...
/Momma and Poppa celebrate…
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…enjoying Momma’s cooked up dinner, the kids disappeared into the office and entertained themselves shifting through…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreRunning On Empty
/…his eyes as the tiredness and exhaustion wasted over him. He switched off the computer, and glanced at the clock on the other side of the office. Just before ten o’clock at…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA Recipe Proposal
/While searching through Momma's…
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…came from the kitchen encouraging Paulie to respond immediately, “could you go into my office and search…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreA Lesson Learned
/…looked out at the school classroom full of bored faces. The books he’d placed on the desks at the start of the lesson had been met with groans and eye-rolling from the high school…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe Plagiarism Club
/The narrator confesses…
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…was about to start. Everyone had either piles of paper neatly assembled on the table or a laptop that was on and chugging away. I was a new member of the group. I had nothing with me except what was stored in my head. The leader of the group cleared…
By Anita G. Gorman
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