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The Black Tide – Part One
Personal Log – Staff Nurse Terry Thomas – 23rd January 2079 Another boring shift today. Nothing going on, as usual, but still, money is money and every hour I’m here puts twenty quid in my bank account. Will this diary ease the boredom? Probably not, but it’s better for my mind than scrolling through social…
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Skin
Bobby was too nice for his own good. I tried to warn him, to steer him clear of the danger, but it was already too late. He was a nice boy. Not a boy, not really. A grown man with a wife and dreams of a peaceful life. He moved here to escape the noise,…
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The Briny
I tried to send it back, but it was too late. My entire life has been below the depths. I sail these wayward waves, but my only focus is what lies beneath the roaring ocean, and now, I fear that my life will end there too. My father was a fisherman, and his father before…
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Among Friends
The oak had stood for as long as any of us could remember. You could see her in pictures going back hundreds of years, and paintings that went even further. Some in the village even believed that she had been here since time began. She stood in the centre of the valley, all alone, but…
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Flashback – Crocodile Tears
Sometimes, things happen and you know, in an instant that you will remember exactly where you were and what you were doing as the world changed. 9/11, Princess Diana’s death, and for me, it is the day that they took over. This town is a wasteland now, brimming with ghosts and lonely echoes, and soon,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 