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A collection of stories that could be expanded on if any ever get read and appear to be popular..

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Travis

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Travis swore blind he had nothing to do with it.  His mother wasn’t so sure.  She sat a little away from it just inside the kitchen door with her arms crossed. [...]

Race

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I could see the finish.  ‘It won’t be long now.’  My competitors were dust.  Fred turned around, Tony soon followed, Alice went sideways and Rita was dawdling.  [...]

Teacher

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“Translators are great but they are like a navigation system. They guide very well but they won’t always give you the right result.” [...]

Contact

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Why is it, when everyone abandons you, the only people left are the conspiracy theorists? [...]

The Race – Part 8

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“you ok Hawk?” Sarah was worried.  Hawk was now quite a weight with all the extra passengers and guns.  She noticed he was visibly slower as they rose up above [...]

The Race – Part 6

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And now the final humiliation. It wasn't Scrounger's fault, his Dragonfly companion, they'd found each other when he first arrived. No, the organisers had thought to put him at a disadvantage by giving him no gunner. So he was stuck. The race was about to start and no partner in sight. [...]

The Race – Part 7

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“Welcome to the lily pond.” Sam explained, “you’re not dreaming but we do need you with us.  We will explain but no time now.  Are you ok?” [...]

Driving Grab

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Sitting in an old, dark blue morris van surrounded by his bandmates and their equipment, Brian was worried.  If finishing a gig in the St Helier Arms and being paid by one [...]

The Race – Part 5

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Margaret, prepared as always thanks to Dreamer, slowly rose above the blockage and headed into open sky. It was a beautiful clear blue, bright blinding sun with not a cloud in sight. "Hey you two" Dreamer said, "I can see the door from here." Just then a bird came shooting past them. It appeared to be completely out of control, flapping its wings wildly trying to right itself. Looking in the direction the bird came from, they saw another team under heavy attack from a very large bird. Thinking better of joining in, they watched the fight from afar. Hoping the team would get away. "Oh dear, poor Dragonfly." Margaret said. As she saw the Dragonfly being eaten by the bird. [...]