I worried about my father.
And what he would say when he got home.
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GREEN STORIES: ‘Fruits of Labour’ by Holly Schofield
This piece is part of our Green Stories series, showcasing the winners of Green Stories ' first flash fiction competition in which wri...
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I knew a man who owned 150 items. One hundred of them were books. He was extremely specific about this number. Two plates, two bowls, one po...
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1) Sign up aged 18-25. Anytime between 28th July 1914 and 11th November 1918 will do. 2) Entrench yourself in dangerous back-breaking graft ...
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She sat on her sofa and listened patiently right up to the point when her Dad asked her to come home. She ended the call. To go home would b...
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