Tag Archives: competition

Chaos as seen over a cup of tea

Posted on 01/02/2012 by

A civilised cup of tea (Earl Grey) this afternoon at my Aunt and Uncle’s house provided the photo opportunity I needed to enter the current photo competition over on The Chariot with the theme of CHAOS. A chance ray of … Continue reading →

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Short story : Windows

Posted on 22/12/2011 by

The following story was submitted for this competition. Theme Ghosts, up to 2000 to incorporate a Christmas song title…. You have until 28th December, if you want to join in! Windows It took a few moments for her to realise … Continue reading →

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Competition

Posted on 16/09/2011 by

Holidays are always good for family activities… table tennis and cards for example on our last trip. Most evenings we’d wander down to the concrete table tennis table (yes really) with our bats and balls, playing ‘winner stays on.’ This … Continue reading →

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Age

Posted on 22/05/2011 by

For this competition, for a laugh!

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On the canal

Posted on 03/05/2011 by

On the Canal The pondskaters’ erratic flick-flack glide disrupts like light shower dimples while the flash of a fish spreads ripples through inverted sunset clouds. Over fragile corrugations the skaters slip-slide sideways to the dark bank as night breathes in … Continue reading →

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Short story for Bilby’s Competition: My Sister’s Lover

Posted on 18/09/2010 by

My sister’s lover The snow is thick on the ground. Four or five inches of it have built up around the window frames. It is piled up on top of the car and over the roofs, lit up by the … Continue reading →

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Short story: Secret

Posted on 13/04/2010 by

Secret Julia heard the door slam and tensed. She heard him bellow from the hall, “Anybody home?” “In the kitchen.” She did not look up. She had skinned and cut up the raw fish with the newly sharpened knife and … Continue reading →

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