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Posts by Mikeyboy

Powerful stuff...ooh that last line.

2 months ago 1 0 1 0

My personal favourite. Brilliant and so authentic

2 months ago 1 0 1 0

Yep, it’s been fun

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Ma and I stood by the newly dug grave of the man she married. Ma bent low, finger-skimmed the loamy soil, “I won’t be long,” she told him.
I helped her rise.
“Rain,” she ordered the sky.
“Ready?”
“No,” she sighed but gripped my hand that was on her arm.
As we walked heavens opened on us.
#WriteCBC

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3 months ago 0 0 0 0

Good luck with it

4 months ago 2 0 0 0

lol! This feels authentic.

5 months ago 1 0 1 0
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“Ben, she’s lovely. So slender” Aunt Ada raised her Bailey’s to my new girl.
My sister picked at her turkey, “Thin. You need hips to carry a child.”
I pulled my girl into the kitchen, the door ajar to listen.
“Yes, she’s pretty but is she marriage material?”
I’d already decided she was.
#WriteCBC

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6 months ago 4 2 0 0

I wondered if it was Cambodia. Chilling. Good luck.

6 months ago 2 0 1 0

horrific - great contrast.

6 months ago 1 0 1 0

Madeline you are always so generous with feedback - thank you.

6 months ago 1 0 0 0

oh this is good.

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I hear a road. Cars. Lorries. A motorbike. I feel vibrations in the floor. I’ve been unconscious but I don’t know for how long. I taste blood. I’m bruised. I’m cold. My hands and ankles are bound. I wear a tight blindfold. A child has been singing nursery rhymes to me but I know I’m alone. #WriteCBC

6 months ago 29 0 1 0
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Thank you

7 months ago 1 0 0 0

Very chuffed

7 months ago 1 0 0 0

It will be you next month

7 months ago 0 0 1 0

Thanks

7 months ago 1 0 0 0

Thank you

7 months ago 0 0 0 0

Wow, with so many brilliant entries I'm over the moon to win.
Congratulations to the runners up, great work, and isn't this a fun prompt competition to enter each month.
Thank you CBC and to Rowan Coleman for choosing my snippet.

7 months ago 9 0 2 0

Thanks, given your entries in this comp, that’s lovely to hear.

7 months ago 1 0 1 0

lol, had me laughing at the unexpected turn!

7 months ago 3 0 0 0
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It looks like a natural, blood-veined, spherical stone, shined and sea smoothed, found on a beach. It was crafted from a cut umbilical cord, resin preserved. She sits on the bed, hugs it, as she rocks back and forth, softly singing “Bring back, oh bring back, bring back my Bonnie to me.”
#WriteCBC

7 months ago 21 0 2 0

Flaps are lifted, then let slam, blocks are shifted and knocked about. Science is fun my girlfriend says, as her 5 year old, not mine, rocket flies around in this hellish cavern. He sticks a finger where he shouldn’t. I distract my girlfriend, leave him to endure the pain a little longer. #WriteCBC

9 months ago 14 0 0 0
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#WriteCBC task from @gabriellegriffiths.bsky.social: Start with your character opening the door to a stranger. Use specific details to introduce this stranger and to hint at how their relationship might unfold. Do they trust each other? Will they fall in love? Or is disaster in their future?

10 months ago 58 6 168 3

There's two of them.
"Hello, is your Mum in?"
She's got a beaky nose.
"Or Dad?"
He's short and stout. I keep schtum, use my go-away stare.
"A big brother or sister perhaps?"
They run out of options.
"Cat's got his tongue," she laughs to him.
"Nah," I say, slam the door but they'll be back. #WriteCBC

10 months ago 9 0 0 0
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Imagine playing cricket here on a day like today

11 months ago 3 0 0 0

Ooh yes

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“We’ll just pop in here” my wife innocently said. The artist had a picture ready. “Happy Birthday my love.”
I looked, I squirmed, “It’s you as a mermaid.”
“Isn’t it something?”
“Yes,” I grimaced.
At home she told me where to hang it.
I can’t look at it without thinking of leaving her.
#WriteCBC

11 months ago 6 0 0 0

The Bee includes this thebeemagazine.com/publishings-... by me! Asking what’s changed since the landmark publication of @kitdewaal.com’s Common People & highlighting some new @creativepec.bsky.social research too

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