Short Story: Shackles

I looked over at the water, sparkling invitingly in the heat of the midday sun. It was almost within touching distance, which made the frustration that I couldn’t even harder to bear. I was quickly bumped back to reality, quite literally, when I felt a child squeal with joy as him and his father climbed up into the seat that was tied to my back and sat down with a thump that, although no less painful, I had become used to over the past 30 years. 

A bullhook to the leg signalled we were off and I began to take the small steps that the chains around my legs would allow. I had lost count how many times I had walked this same route. This was the fifth time already today. 

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Short Story: One Way Ticket

This year I entered the Dragonfly Tea short story competition for the third year in a row.

The writing competition is run in conjunction with the Henley Literary Festival which takes place every October and this year the theme was journey.

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Short Story: The Last Time

I can remember the last time I saw her face like it was yesterday.

She was 15, which may not seem very old but, in dog years, she was over 90 – a senior citizen and pretty good going for her breed.

While we knew the end was near, I didn’t expect it to be that day and I still wasn’t ready for it – although can you ever really be ready for that last goodbye?

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Story in a Teacup

Looking through Twitter one day I came across a short story competition that the Henley Literary Festival were running in conjunction with Dragonfly Tea

I have never written a short story before, but I love to write and having studied Children’s Literature as part of my English degree at university, I thought it would be a fantastic opportunity to have a go at writing a children’s story. View Post

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