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Frank glanced at the woman next to him as he took his seat.   She was bundled up against the cold and so only her fur-encircled face was vis...

 Introduction This collection is a collection of seventy stories, each 280 words. They were inspired by the first picture seen on my Twitt...

I tie the cord of my dressing gown. I’ve grown so much the sleeves come right up to my elbows. Mummy says it doesn’t matter that it’s a bit ...

‘Keep your hair on,’ I shout. Who’s knocking on the door at this time? It’s just gone 7.00 am. I put on my dressing gown and scurry down t...