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sandywilson1950 | Sandy Scribbler

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February 25, 2017. Christ, M&S. M for Monumentally. S for Slow…. Pam Ayres on the till wouldn’t stand the pace at Aldi. She’s asking how him how he is. We haven’t time for chit chat. Frank Looks like that bloke, Blakey from ‘On the Buses’. Ha,ha. He’s just been to the doctor…. Stop while your in front, Pam. Noooo Don’t ask what the doctor said…. He’s got thrush…Blakey, tell the whole fucking store why don’t you.Thrush.Ha, ha, ha. She’s gone red in the face. Between his toes…! February 24, 2017. Thomas pe...

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Where the heart is. | Sandy Scribbler

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Where the heart is. November 1, 2016. November 1, 2016. Sitting at a table in the Melkem Megab Restaurant you might think you are somewhere in Africa; but then you look out onto the drab streets of Harehills in Leeds. The restaurant offers authentic cuisine for the city’s Ethiopian community. He spoke with obvious pride about the rich culture and history of his country, so I asked the obvious question: “Why did you leave Ethiopia? I wanted to know how he arrived in the UK. 8220;Was it dangerous, Yosef?

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A night at the Beach View Hotel. October 14, 2016. October 14, 2016. The AA inspector’s opinion of the Beach View hotel in Blackpool was not positive. It was not so much the absence of a beach view, teasingly promised, that had disappointing Derek Sutton. He had had a virtually sleepless night due to the exuberant and noisy occupants of room 8, on the other side of the thin, woodchip decorated partition that subdivided the once large and elegant Victorian room. 8220;That’s great Tony. She nice? The viole...

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Thursday’s Child winner – Horror Scribes

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Thursday’s Child winner. By O J Gwyne. Struggling along a wind-blasted moorland road, a ragged little girl clutches a faded blue shawl over fair wispy hair, its frayed ends clutched tightly beneath the chin of her small defeated face. She is alone. Sweet little thing, says Simon, nodding at the painting. Not sure it’s worth 60 though. Martha shakes her head. I don’t think it’s sweet at all. Simon reappears. Best price they can offer is 55. You liked it a minute ago. That evening Simon takes down a reprod...

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Messages from the past | Sandy Scribbler

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Messages from the past. September 27, 2016. September 29, 2016. They kept coming. Not every day but at regular intervals, disconcertingly regular. But, not so predictably regular that he could catch the person that left them. The messages were written on lined paper. Pages that seemed to be from the same notebook, yellow with age and with threatening jagged edges down one of the long sides where the pages had been ripped violently from the body of the book. Posted in Short stories. Enter your comment here.

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June | 2016 | Sandy Scribbler

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June 18, 2016. June 19, 2016. He had left his hat. Somewhere. It certainly wasn’t in amongst his props. Where was it he thought? In his mind he retraced his steps, where he had been, trying to remember exactly where he left it. Really, she thought to herself, people are so messy! She had asked her grandfather but he had no idea. Lily wiped the worktop and cleaned the mirror. It was when she started sweeping the floor that she noticed the hat under the chair. She picked it up and turned it over in...Placi...

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August | 2016 | Sandy Scribbler

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August 23, 2016. 8220;We’ll walk from here, guys! The organisers like to keep the village looking authentic.” explained Jonathan as he switched the engine off. They got out of the car and Jonathan opened the car boot, then he and Martha handed out clothing. 8220;We like to dress the part; adds to the experience.” Said Jonathan, “Here, try this helmet for size, Bill, you too Sonia. I’m afraid we’re all soldiers today! 8220;Gee, this is awesome, so real! 8221; Said Sonia trying to keep step. 8220;Strange o...

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Don’t be late, again | Sandy Scribbler

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Don’t be late, again. October 7, 2016. When I waited in spring. Under the cherry tree. As the blossom fell. When I waited in summer. Under the cherry tree. As the green leaves. Then I waited in Autumn. Under the cherry tree. As leaves fell dead. Now, I wait in winter. Under the cherry tree. As snow flakes fall. In the cold air. Don’t be late, again. Just fucking don’t. A night at the Beach View Hotel. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Birth of a book.

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September | 2016 | Sandy Scribbler

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Messages from the past. September 27, 2016. September 29, 2016. They kept coming. Not every day but at regular intervals, disconcertingly regular. But, not so predictably regular that he could catch the person that left them. The messages were written on lined paper. Pages that seemed to be from the same notebook, yellow with age and with threatening jagged edges down one of the long sides where the pages had been ripped violently from the body of the book. Birth of a book. Written in dark ink.