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Fiction from Abbie

A hard couple of days

It had been a really hard few days.  No, more than that.  At times she had thought nothing could get worse and then, as if fate was playing with her, it had. Tears escaped her eyes that she had been holding in for the past hour.  She hugged herself, pretending her mother was still with …

Fiction from Abbie

The Chocolate Was Sweet

In my quest for chocolate, I stumbled across a small lane, hidden away between buildings so tall I couldn’t see their roofs.  I stumbled into it, having been lost among a sea of similar shop signs claiming sales, and discounted goods. I’d already gone in about 30 stores hunting for a normal, everyday, bar of …

Fiction from Abbie

Dismemberment

I’m not sure I’ll get away with this I thought to myself as I went to get the knife. I had been planning this for weeks but it’s easy to forget the minutae… I knew that, if I could just get the parts through customs without any suspicion, then I could get away with it. …

The Gardener

Julia sat in the park on the same bench every day. She liked to come here and watch people walking through, or having their outside lunch, to take her mind of her own loneliness. She knew some of them now. The young girl with the rosy face who blushed every time a lad smiled at …

I can’t wait

In a world of pain I cast my eyes around the room and struggle to stand. I can hear shouting still but I’m dazed and hurting so bad… Spitting blood into the floor as I try to rise. The boot hits me again. This time it missed my head and almost gratefully I feel it …

I see the Rising Fog

A bird startled her, screeching a warning as she stepped on a brittle twig, which scrunched under her foot.  She stepped backwards in alarm and brown leaves rustled as she disturbed them.  The bird flew off, wings humming against the silence. She raised her ungloved hands and pulled on her collar, trying to cover her …

She Wore Flowers In Her Hair

Tongue stuck out of one side of her mouth, she carefully slit a line in the daisy stem.  Eyes scrunched in concentration she slipped one more daisy in through the slit and gently patted it to the end, careful not to mush the petals. She remembered how Grandma had taught her, on a spring day …

The Problem With Love

This story is dedicated to Someone who enjoys my writing, Melissa. I hope you enjoy :). —————- the Problem With Love. She ducked down behind the curtain as he looked up at her window.  The new neighbour.  The Adonis!  The most beautiful boy on earth! Sitting on her bed, homework piled around her, her heart pounding with that …

Fiction from Abbie

Protection

Squirrels chattered loudly across the Oaks vast branches. The large crow ignored them, cawing to the world to beware. Nobody listened to him. He warned the people again, and again. He shouted at them from the trees as they plowed up the fields, pulled down the forests. He dodged their smartly dressed engines on filthy, …

My boat distant Shores

The Yacht

I don’t know why I’ve always been scared of spiders I blame my grandmother actually. she was absolutely terrified and if she even thought she glimpsed one she would scream run out of the room and not go back in until grandpa hoovered. I’m not quite as bad as I used to be, well until …

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