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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 2)
Part One is here. When the police left, and my wife had put the other children back to bed, I set off for the beach. The sun was rising, and the light it cast felt incomplete as I crossed the Barkley...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 3)
Part one is here, part two is here ‘The Dire-Man waits in his house on the hill,’ said the girl with no eyes and sharp teeth. ‘His house is on the beach,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘You’ve been away for...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 4)
The hall of the Dire-Man was filled with boundless cries of woe. Huge hay bales pregnant with adders and great, fat rats lined the walls and heaved and shuddered with the movement of the creatures...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 5)
My son awoke in a cage. His hand roared with dull pain. His head felt clogged up like a blocked pipe. The air smelt like burnt hair and neglect. The floor he lay on was covered in stains and scratches...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 6)
Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: One – Two – Three – Four – Five To reach the house of the Dire-Man I climbed a hill, crossed a stream and eventually entered a forest. The forest had...
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Friday Fictioneers: Life After Wartime
Took a break from The Dire-Man for something new. Dad was never the same after the Atlantis War. He kept his helmet on at all times, just in case the water level rose again and we were submerged. He...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 7)
Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: One – Two – Three – Four – Five – Six A servant of the Dire-Man met me at the door to his hall. He beckoned me closer. ‘Your son?’ He said with a leer....
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Friday Fictioneers: ReScentment
Welcome to the scented candle factory. On your left you’ll see where we make the candles that smell like pine needles and softly falling snow. They’re really good for creating a Christmas-y feel...
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Marrying the Animal: On sale now
The wait is over! Marrying the Animal: One hundred 100 word stories is on sale now here for Australians and here for Americans and here for Brits or at your local Amazon site if you’re not from...
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The 100 Word Novel – Forty-Seven: As Peg Lay Dying
Peg held onto her stomach. Blood seeped through her fingers. Kat was hovering her hands over Peg’s stomach, unsure what to touch or where to put pressure. She kept apologising. So this is it, thought...
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Fiction: The Recipe
First published May 2012 The director counted down and the lights came back on in studio 6. ‘And we’re back,’ said Cole Flint, celebrity chef. ‘Now before the break I was showing you how to make mini...
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