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‘She’s coming. She has the cloud with her.’ ‘One second,’ Tav reached over and buttoned up the top button of Freddy’s shirt to hide the band. Freddy raised his eyebrow. Tav just smiled. Princess Keira ran up the wonky stairs of the gloomy castle, sword ready in hand. Bashing at the door, she bellowed, ‘I am coming, my Prince’ She managed to hack the door down. In the room Prince Alfred was chained to the wall wit
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Freddy felt so dazed. He could hear the sharp clinking sounds when he moved his wrists. Shaking his head, he blinked more, trying to get his vision back into focus. There was an old building smell around him, dusty and dirty. ‘Awake now, sleeping idiot?’ Tav was suddenly in front of him, smirking. Feeling his arms ache, Freddy looked at them. They were both above his head, chained to the wall. Freddy tilted
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Keira was an eighteen-year-old princess. She had long brown curly hair, deep blue eyes and a slim waist with a perfectionist smile. She wanted to find the perfect apple and her friends told her to walk through the woods to a tree that produce the crispiest red refreshing apples she could have. She was warned there was a price for this, as many princesses had been before and never returned, all of them thought it was nonsense that anything bad would happen simply from getting a
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‘So, I go to stab you,’ fourteen-year-old Freddy leaned forward, prodding Tav’s side with a stick. ‘Yeah,’ Tav said, flatly. ‘Come on,’ grinned Freddy, poking at Tav. Tav rolled his eyes. Pulling a ridiculous face, he clutches his hands to his cheeks and rolls his tongue. ‘Dead.’ He states and then shakes his head, mortified at the acting. Freddy laughed and then sat down on the grass.
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‘This lesson is about Tavarious scales,’ said the tutor. ‘So, you already know Tavarious is different sort of wizard with scales instead of skin that change colour and dark eyes. His mother and father were cursed by?’ Freddy remembered seeing Tav’s deep dark large eyes, he remembered how his eyelashes were quite long and it was almost hypnotic to watch. He almost distracted him from reaching out and touching his soft dark hair. ‘Um, they were cursed by, um, anot
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Once upon a time, in a place very far away from the real human world, there were two kingdoms. One kingdom, called Phaenomenon, was bright, full of colourful buildings, golden paths and the smell of sweet cinnamon was always in the air. The people who lived there were called Golosinas. The kingdom was so beautiful and sparkled so much that the young Golosinas forgot that this was a training camp, a training camp that moulded them into fairy tale heroes. The ot
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Outside the human world there are two kingdoms, Phaenomenon and Damp Cook, they both perform plays to giants who take their stories from these kingdoms and pass them onto certain humans, inspiring the creation of ‘fairy-tales’. Both kingdoms have strict training camps, Phaenomenon designing perfect good guys, handsome princes and princesses and Damp Cook designing and training up the best bad guys, evil wizards and witches. There is always a good guy, and there is always a bad guy. But between these kingdoms is a hidden garden, where a young prince and young wizard accidentally meet, and it all changes from there.
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All of a sudden, I’ve lost my footing No warning. And I fall. I fall backwards into a dark hole, a dark pit I’m falling really fast; my head can’t keep up with what’s happening Automatically my arms reach out, hands trying to grab at anything to stop myself or slow myself down I’m frightened on how fast I am going. All I can see is the sky above me And I scream for help But the sky is getting smaller and the darkness around me getting longer I sc
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Blink. A minute. Yawn. It’s a year gone. What have I done with the last few months The last few years. It’s going too fast, so much has happened And yet nothing at all. This shouldn’t never happen to someone like me, I will survive the centuries past Time makes me so angry. It’s a race I will never win Time reminds me of all the accomplishments I never reached, or should have reached It’s a climbing rope that I can’t manage to get hold of. T
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Poem written after another long walk.
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The story of how three very different police officers not only end up sharing a house but becoming really close friends, despite all that goes against them.
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There was a knock on the door. Sam peered out the bedroom window, his shoulders drooped. It’s not like he was shocked she was here, but it was still a disappointment. ‘She’s there?’ Johnson peered his head round the door. He took a bite out of a burnt toast he was having. The door thundered a few more angry blows. Sam opened his mouth before shutting it and shrugging. Johnson shrugged whilst walking down the
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‘Ow!’ ‘Crap, sorry, I didn’t ... Jim, is that you?’ ‘Ha-ha, um, no comment.’ ‘One second, let me, um, shut the door. Move along there, ugh. Nice den you got set up here, fluffy coats and stuff.’ ‘Wait, someone else is outside, Simon.’ ‘….’ ‘Okay. Ah. Okay, yeah, they’re gone now. Was that Debbie Brownsmith with John Dong?’ ‘Thought she was going out with Dennis from the basketb
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A honest conversation between two teenagers who find themselves sat together inside a giant wardrobe at a house party.
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Thomas has been advised that Adam admitted guilt and he is in jail. His family still hate him but no one is allowed to contact him. It is over. Thomas is deflated that it had to end this way but he is free now and that is a very strange very nice feeling. He has been resting at home and now he was healed and was back to work. Time does not fly when you are stuck in the house bored. It felt like ripping off a bandage coming b
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It was the security guard who called it in. He had saw what happened on the cameras and had run out to the parking lot but had been too late. He wasn’t the only one who called the cops. Zack feared the worst and called them too. Now, it had been a while at the hospital but Zack has taken Thomas home. Zack hasn’t been to Thomas’s apartment before. It is smaller than his, bit more cluttered, which Thomas is slightly embarrassed about Zack seeing.
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All Thomas can think about is his phone sitting in his open car. Did Zack hear anything? Is he calling the police? Did the security guard come out? The car swerves hard round corner, Thomas tries to concentrate. There’s way out, he just needs to think. The car swerves again and Thomas tries to hold on tight onto whatever he can latch on to. He should know this, he should. The smell of the old car makes him feel nauseous, as
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Thomas places the pot on the side of the stove, watching the bubbles go down. Grabbing at him, Zack spins him around. Zack goes to say something and stops, he looks as if he is biting back words. He looks down to the ground, ‘I’m causing you pain, aren’t I?’ Thomas shakes his head as Zack continues to stare at the ground. ‘I don’t want to cause you that,’ he murmurs, his voice low. He takes his hands off Thomas and sighs, loo
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‘This used to be a fun house, but now it’s full of evil clowns.’ The light feels sharper than the music. He winces as he blinks at the sun coming in from the window, his phone blasting music away. One side of his face feels cold and his throat feels dry. Blinking again, he pulls himself up and sits there. He looks around, his head suddenly pounding heavy. He must have ended up passing out in his bathroom. It smells awful in here, the putrid sm
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They are all sat in a booth together. Everyone from Thomas’s work floor. There is about ten of them. Roaring with laughter and making cheeky comments as they down their drinks. This bar is alive with groups of people sat around in booths or standing up; the bar staff are busy trying to serve as many people as they can. The sounds of Katy Perry fly over the stereos. Sharon spots Thomas, widens her lipstick grin and waves him over. Others look
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It had been a long week at work, there had been presentations to endure but it was now Friday night and Thomas is at Zack’s place. Thomas has brought his laptop round and they have just finished up the latest spreadsheets so they are prepared for the work ahead in the next few weeks. It makes Thomas feel at ease to know everything at work is on track, it is a relaxing feeling of accomplishment. Thomas has just closed up the laptop and is just chopping up carro
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Thomas can see the shadow outlining of a man at the front door. ‘Um,’ the man, Billy, clears his throat. ‘Can I come in?’ Zack sighs and lets him in, and closes the door, ‘Just stand here, this will do.’ The man stands, awkward. Thomas can see Billy is tall slender man. ‘I’ve told you. You don’t have to do this alone,’ Billy says. ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Your operation was recently, wasn’t it?’
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For the next week Zack takes the time off recovering from the operation, using the time off as holiday. Thomas doesn’t understand why Zack doesn’t just say he is sick, why is it so bad that Zack doesn’t want to let anyone know? Was there something Thomas is missing about being a manager or is it just the fact Zack is very private man? No one at work has noticed anything in Zack, he is so busy all the time at work, he is so cheerful, and so helpful, no one really takes a look at
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‘So, it’s a penguin,’ she turns her phone around. Thomas smiles and laughs a little at the picture. ‘Oh. Nice.’ Sharon pulls her phone back smiling, tapping away. She has been showing off the different pictures in her phone after the conversation got a little dry. Thomas isn’t trying to be dry though. He is usually more sociable than this. He takes a sip of his bottle of beer and looks around the restaurant. It isn’t a fanc
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