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Songs, sounds and Sylvania

A Short Story for Valentines Day by Ola Nubi Sylvania Gregson struggled with her briefcase as she skidded on the slippery platform.  The train was late by ten minutes and in London ten minutes could make you have to wait another thirty minutes for another train that was going to be thirty minutes late only

A class act – work in progress

A class act – work in progress

One woman. Two men who would change her destiny forever – one for good and the other in the worst way possible. One, a bad mistake that will haunt her for years to come but holds secrets about her no one must know. The other – the keeper, the forever guy – the one she needs

Date for a dare part 2 – Excerpt

Date for a dare part 2 – Excerpt

Alicia eyed the water chute warily. “I don’t know.” ” Come on girl…..where’s your sense of adventure?” She could hear people shrieking and see them waving their arms in the air as they slid down the channel chute. She shook her head. He laughed. “Do you think I brought you all the way here to

Unbelonging at Waverley

Unbelonging at Waverley

Work in progress …… Ruth 1957 The journey to Willow Oak Farm, a little place tucked away on the Hampshire dales is long and tedious. A young woman sits uncomfortably in a neat blue suit – as if she is uncomfortable with the kind of outfit. She looks out of the window at the passing

The declaration – Excerpt from Love’s persuasion

The declaration – Excerpt from Love’s persuasion

Ada is furious at Tony’s behaviour. She wishes she never let herself imagine that he had feelings for her. Ada’s lips tightened as she held tightly on to the TV remote. She noticed that Liz’s attention seemed to be fixed on the window which looked out over the street. “Ada, look outside.” “What is it

What’s love got to do with it?

What’s love got to do with it?

The swell of rousing music fills the air as a gasp of appreciation escapes from some lips.  Others crane their heads to get a better look at what is going on. Photographers hustle, for good vantage points to get a good picture. The young woman leaning on her father’s arm is accompanied by a train

Upstairs and downstairs

Upstairs and downstairs

I fill my lungs with air and expel – enjoying the tranquillity of a second, that turns to a minute, and then another and I close my eyes willing myself to sleep before the next onslaught, that shatters another night as I see sleep elude me again and I reach for the ear plugs and

Susannah’s Box

Betty Mensah was a girl who had a lot going for her. Only she didn’t know it.  An only child, she had graduated from University when she was in her early twenties, which I think gave her too much spare time on her hands – too much time to think about getting married and settling down

The girl who loved too much

The girl who loved too much

Betty Mensah was a girl who had a lot going for her. Only she didn’t know it.  An only child, she had graduated from University when she was in her early twenties, which I think gave her too much spare time on her hands – too much time to think about getting married and settling down

How I learnt about Africa

I thought I knew Africa and I guess I did in a distant kind of way you think you know that new couple that’s just moved into the street. That is another thing about this new England. Someone kills their Missus and the neighbours tell the reporters – We didn’t know them too well…but they