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Edited/Published by Tewkesbury Tale Teller UK
The front door bell played the first few bars of Mike Oldfield's 1973 Tubular Bells before it was drowned by Booby's barking. Read Full Story.....
Millie had been looking forward to her 21st birthday for almost a month. Now she knew what was happening, she was ready for it. Read Full Story.....
Mavis is not only my wife but my assistant, part of the act, she does all the dangerous bits. She gets tied up, sawn in half and regularly has swords pushed through her body Read Full Story.....
I woke up to the sound of my other half jumping around and screaming at the bottom of our bed. "What the hell's going on," was all I could utter. Read Full Story.....
"Breakfast, dinner, tea, here we go again in the prison cookhouse," Mary said to Joe as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. "Soon be Christmas." Read Full Story.....
Trevor, at the age of thirty-six, was still single and enjoyed playing the field. He was undecided in his mind whether marriage was for him as he knew from experience that his looks and physique were always going to ensure he had a woman when he wanted one Read Full Story.....
What a name to be given, Sydney Singh. My mum and dad were living in Australia when I was born and yes, you've guessed, their home was Sydney. Read Full Story.....
Jericho, an antique dealer who regularly made a profit, was known for his charm and ability to obtain that which was unattainable. He had modelled himself on the 'Lovejoy' image and had now become well known throughout the antique dealing community Read Full Story.....
"Breakfast, dinner, tea, here we go again in the prison cookhouse," Mary said to Joe as she wiped the sleep from her eyes.
"Soon be Christmas." Read Full Story.....
A bullet in the head...dead. Sounds so easy but it's not. But it is for me or was. I'm now retired, wealthy and living in the sun. What more could you want? I hear you ask. Read Full Story.....
I had always wanted to do the run from Toddington to Cheltenham, having been told that the journey through the countryside was excellent value for money. Read Full Story.....
Genre: ICHTY (It could happen to you, it probably won't... but it might). This is my own genre.
Jayne unlocked the front door of the house and went in. Not a sound, no noise, just silence and then she heard the sound of sobbing.
"Mum, Mu...m, where are you?" Read Full Story.....