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It was fifty years, maybe a bit more, since Thomas and Mark last saw each other. It was shortly after leaving school. They met in New York w...

As she walked up the garden path carrying a tray of sandwiches, Mary paused by the lilac tree. It had already clusters of deeply packed buds...

Remember, remember the 5 th of November, Gunpowder, treason and plot. I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot...

  I fancied Philomena until I found out she was a librarian. I told my mate, Jasper about her and her job and he said I was stupid. ‘Ya read...

   A Mother’s Love She pretends to be my daughter. “No, Mommy. Please, Mommy, don’t,” she says. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I love you.” Her bright...