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You remember the day you met that man called Jack as he came along and put his foot on the bench where you were sitting by the beach to tieby Terry Collett 500 words, on Nov 5 9:41 AM. In Flash fiction, Man, Stream of consciousness, Thoughts, Woman
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You see a blue tractor pushing through deep snow in a far away field and trees laced with the whiteness of the recent fall and ignoring the babble of voices behind you you peer up at the dull grey sky and the chill makes itsby Terry Collett 500 words, on Oct 1 7:23 AM. In 1967, Asylum, Booze, Drugs, Flash fiction, Mental illness, Woman
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A miracle, still wrapped up in her mother’s womb. Too young to know. Too young to understand. She was so small, so helpless, and so scared… she was so little, yet she knew she wasn’t ready, like any person would have common s
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They have brought you back home from the asylum and settled you in your room and left for other things to do and probably talk about you ouby Terry Collett 900 words, 2 comments, on Jul 28 1:31 AM. In Asylum, Dark, Depression, Fiction, Girl, Life, Molestation, Woman
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They said they were going to release you tomorrow from the asylum or so you heard from one of the nurses so be on your best behaviour she sby Terry Collett 500 words, 2 comments, on Jul 16 8:11 AM. In Asylum, Flash fiction, Freedom, Sanity, Woman, Years
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You sit in a chair in the locked room staring at your reflection in the mirror taking in your eyes that stare back at you look at the nose the mouth the hair at the lost ness you see there and all the time downstairs the humby Terry Collett 500 words, on Jul 2 4:44 AM. In Children, Cycle, Flash fiction, Madness, Story, Woman
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by Terry Collett 600 words, 2 comments, on Jun 25 7:30 AM. In Adult, Asylum, Flash fiction, Girl, Locked ward, Love, Sex, Smokes, Story, Woman
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It was the year that Eddie changed for the worse the year Fay first heard Elvis on the radio singing some song about his mama and Eddie swiby Terry Collett 500 words, on Jun 19 7:19 AM. In Domestic abuse, Flash fiction, Man, Story, Violence, Woman
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It was always a matter of what to wear and how to have your hair and what colour went with what and how would Edgar like it if you turned up too early with the wrong kind of clothes on or the hair not quite as he liked it mayby Terry Collett 500 words, on Jun 9 4:26 AM. In Clothes, Dressingtable, Fiction, Flash fiction, Hat, Life, Love, Woman
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Brett said nothing not jackshit all evening his silence being some kind of punishment of his on Belle for his suspicion fuelled by neighbours that she and Ed were having some kind of affair behind his back while he was away o
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Even on an evening like this with all the things going well and the good guy buying her drinks and taking her places she only dreamed of Ceili knew it couldn’t last she knew that it was all just one of those passing phases thby Terry Collett 500 words, 2 comments, on Apr 4 1:36 PM. In Flash fiction, Girl, Hell, Priest, Sins, Story, Woman
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“Virgin, yes that’s what we all were once,” said Virginia, “and you know what, they were good days, not having to worry about whether the g
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“I hate October,” said Odette, “it is the end of autumn and brings in the start of winter and all the coldness and blues and darker evenings and my father’s wrath when things didn’t go his way and it was me who was the butt e
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Bernadette entered the empty cubicle of the ladies toilet and leaned against the door. She breathed intensely and stared at the white glossy wall in front of her. She listened for any sound of other women in the cubicles alon
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Your husband stands by the window, his tall, thin frame is turned from you, he is looking at the fields beyond the garden, the low window t
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You love the limelight, love being on the stage, love the attention it gives you, brings you, all those people gazing at you from the theatre seats. It gives you the attention you never had as a child being one of seven girls
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It is your final dawn; the sun leaks through the high windows of your prison cell like playful children leaving a tap running. You watch thby Terry Collett 800 words, on Nov 7 2:45 AM 2008. In Execution, Fiction, Prison, Second person, Woman
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Maxine and Max got in late, plonked themselves down on the blue stained sofa, and stared at the turned off TV. The baby sitter came in from
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Tom sits with the light out in his apartment; his telescope focussed on the house across the road. He sees the woman cross the room with th
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Sonya hid behind the door of her room squeezing herself hard against the wall. Her ears tried to pick through the sounds from the street below and separate them from sounds closer by. Her hands were flat up against the wall,
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“My garden,” said Georgette, “my secret garden. Surrounded by a high brick wall covered in ivy and moss. There is only one wooden gate, that I keep locked and keep the old key in a secret place. It used to be a kitchen garden
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There comes a time
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A daughter of Kane is never alone.
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