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Struggling to stay awake, determined that sleep wouldn’t pull her into its clutches.  The young woman lay rigid in her bed.  Too afraid to move, just in case.  Barely breathing and with eyes wide open in terror.  She fearfully glanced around the room, interpreting shadows and shapes of furniture to be something terrifying.  Desperately hoping that morning would hurry itself and the darkness would end. Suddenly a tiny noise disturbed the silence.  Her ears almost pricked up, like a dog.  Listening for another sound in the stillness of the night. There it was again, that same scratching, shuffling, swishing sound.  Was it getting louder?  Or maybe it was getting closer.  What was that horrific noise?  Her mind began to race, imagining all sorts of gruesome creatures crawling towards her across her bedroom floor. The hairs on the back of her neck sprang to attention, in fact every hair on her body were all standing up like soldiers, ready to do battle with the...

In a flash, and it was a flash so much less than a second but we both saw it. What we didn’t know was that many others also happened to be looking skywards at the time. Neither were we aware of what was to follow, how could we have known? Next day’s news bulletins newspapers and all media carried a mention of the phenomenon but offered no explanations. How much more ignorant and wrong could we have been thinking that it was just one of those things and would soon fade and take its place in the do you remember that night of the flash? And then fade into the lost memories section of the mind. Then after a matter of days the media grew bored and no one talked about it anymore. Apart from us, we knew the meaning and the importance of the flash. It was late one evening, we were visiting Grandad in hospital, and we took a few moments outside, having a...

I loved walking in the fresh almost electric air of the springtime morning.   Endless school holidays, spent my early teens in Harlow Town Park with friends from school.  Enjoying the freedom and the sheer size of the open spaces around us.  Mostly around the stage area, pretending to be performing in front of a huge crowd, imagining how famous we were.  Just in front of the brick-built stage was a huge drop into a moat like area, filled by the little stream that ran through the park.  It would hold back the hordes of fans clamouring to touch us as we performed. Our imagination ran like wildfire, each of us feeding on the other.  I was pretending to be David Bowie, Ziggy Stardust, pale thin and interesting.  The complete opposite of me, but my friends were all enjoying my accomplished routine.  A perfect day to add to our memories. Today was proving to be one of those days until Jim ran in...

I loved walking in the fresh almost electric air of the springtime morning.   Endless school holidays, spent my early teens in Harlow Town Park with friends from school.  Enjoying the freedom and the sheer size of the open spaces around us.  Mostly around the stage area, pretending to be performing in front of a huge crowd, imagining how famous we were.  Just in front of the brick-built stage was a huge drop into a moat like area, filled by the little stream that ran through the park.  It would hold back the hoards of fans clamouring to touch us as we performed. Our imagination ran like wildfire, each of us feeding on the other.  I was pretending to be David Bowie, Ziggie Stardust, pale thin and interesting.  The complete opposite of me, but my friends were all enjoying my accomplished routine.  A perfect day to add to our memories. Today was proving to be one of those days until Jim ran in...

  Ted and his friend, Alf were working tirelessly on their allotment, weeding between the neat rows of vegetables.  The sun was shining and they were both perspiring through their shirts. “Well, I never!” exclaimed Ted holding up a large plant in this right hand. “Not something I’ve ever seen either, where did it come from?” “I found it growing over there under the runners. Haven’t got a clue what it is, have you?” After discussing the unidentified plant at length, the two friends decided to go to their local library to use the reference books there.  After using some water from the allotment tap to wash their hands, they set off in earnest. On arriving at the library, Alf suggested that Ted asked the librarian where to find a suitable book. “Why have I got to ask, you could do it yourself?” “Oh, alright I will.”  Alf set off towards the desk and spoke to the gentleman sitting behind it. After getting the information he needed, Alf led...

The sun’s rays streaming through the gap in the curtains disturbed his slumbers and he stretched out lazily in his bed. “No point getting up yet.” He thought out loud. “No-one seems to get up early anymore, it’s stream watching series on Netflix until the crack of dawn and then missing breakfast, snoozing away.” He moved his legs around to the cold bits in the bed, enjoying the difference in temperature.  “I can remember getting up promptly at 6 am, showers, breakfast then a brisk walk around the park.” Waking much later, after drifting back to sleep, he became aware of his bladder.  He needed to pee, but couldn’t be bothered to get up, so he crossed his legs and stayed warm for a few more minutes. Finally, the urgency became unbearable, so he stumbled out of bed and padded into the bedroom to wake up Mum and Dad.  Sitting next to the bed, he laid his head next to Mum and breathed as...

I want to write about the most beautiful things in the world only being felt with the heart because I believe it to be the truth.  There is nothing more beautiful than loving someone unconditionally, with no limits.  Helen Keller is someone who inspired me, at a very young age, when I read a book about her and despite her issues was someone who could achieve great things. I want to write about someone who has a continuous smile on his face concealing a frightening toughness because I believe that it is the truth.  Often a smile can disguise ugly or bad thoughts.  The same with flattery, too much is suspicious.  I associate an overly positive person with extreme caution, as I believe they are trying to hide something.  At least during my lifetime, this has proved to be true. I want to write about the best way out is always through because I believe it to be the truth.  I remember...

As soon as Jeremy saw the ‘Lady in Pink’ waiting in the bar, he knew she was waiting for him. Nervously he approached her and coughed “Hello, you're looking lovely.  Oh, I’m Jeremy, by the way.” The Pink Lady looked up slowly, peering over the top of her reading glasses, “Jeremy, do I know you? ”  She looked back at her menu. “Can I get you another drink?” asked Jeremy, hoping that she would refuse as he didn’t have a lot of cash on him. “No, I’m fine, thank you”, the Pink Lady drawled When Jeremy returned from the bar, he had been rehearsing his next conversation and had settled on the subject of hobbies.  “Do you have any hobbies?” he asked hoping it would open up the dialogue between them. “No, not really.” She to meet you, Jeremy replied, sounding bored.  Not the answer he was hoping for. Jeremy thought that he would take the opportunity to talk about himself for a while “Well, I love...

From our special place over looking the North Sea, secretly sleeping outside under the stars, snug as bugs in rugs.  Braving the elements, but mostly braving the attack of mosquitos and the occasional downpour in the middle of the night. The dawn would begin with the local wildlife, mainly birds alerting us to a new day, with a fanfare of song to greet a fresh beginning. Looking east, over the sea towards the horizon.  A tiny glimmer of orange light appears, in seconds. the glimmer becomes a ray.  Orange turns yellow and spreads out across the horizon.  The shape of the sun appears, golden and glorious, spreading brightness across the sky. The birds have been singing for half an hour previous to this, but stay quiet while the day dawns.  As if in respect for the occasion, like it was a special occurrence, not something that happened every morning. In a few minutes the sun stands proudly on the line between the sky and...

Reminiscing about an evening spent with my family and around three hundred strangers.  We made our way to Minsmere, searching for the best vantage point, as if going to a fireworks display.  The excitement was palpable, wondering if we were going to be lucky enough to see the spectacle we hoped for. Gliding effortlessly through the air like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn.  Twisting and turning with tiny movements of its wings, twitching feathers and muscles in a spasm of change. The murmuration moved as one huge cloud, connected together by invisible threads.  Diving down, heading for the ground like an airplane out of control, about to crash land.  Then in an instant changing their shape into a long stripe of moving darkness in the sky, like an artist’s strokes on a canvas. Travelling across the sunset sky, over pink and grey, red and black, then up into the clear blue, spreading the dark mist of moving individual birds acting...