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deckchairs whilst sipping white wine and cool lemonade, talking about a better time before they had us. You’re flat against the grass, growing and wilting all at once. 12 - The girl keeps asking me why I wear white cotton knee-highs. Every day I hear her walking over to me, with boots made of nails and rust. One day I will lift her into the air and throw her across the field, and watch as the muddy ground swallows her whole. 11 - The bike finally, miraculously, resisted buckling underneath me. In that moment I felt like happiness was the simplest thing to conquer, as my feet grazed the cool blades of grass with every circular motion of my legs. 10 - I started to hate you. Not because you were smarter or stronger or cooler than me (you were), but simply because we shared the same family. We knew each other’s story, and that frightened me. 9 - The pigs keep flying over our house. Some fall and land on the roof, squealing as their skin splits against the coarse bricks. We always keep these ones and use them for bacon in the morning. 8 - The man with the squirrel in his trousers visits our school every week, on Thursday mornings. He drinks coffee from a mug with a clown’s face on it and asks us how to spell the word ‘laughter.’ 7 - All I ever thought about was ‘The Hairdresser Stylist Doll.’ On Christmas morning, I didn’t run but fly across the hallway in anticipation. I was presented with my very own swivel desk chair, and my heart splintered a little further. 6 - I shared a bath with my cousin and shouted ‘I want what he has!’ whilst pointing to the soft flesh between his hips. I’ve always been the jealous type. 5 - Mummy asked me what I wanted to call the new babies when they arrived. I suggested Lazarus and Titan. They chose Richard and Thomas. 4 - They stuck Barbie in the cake. They thought it was a ‘fun’ idea… my screams thought otherwise. 3 - The washing machine is a bucket of secrets. As the clothes spin in formation, these secrets appear at the glass. As much as I try to catch them, they are always too quick. Churning, churning, churning. 44
2 - Grazed knees are all you get from trying hard. 1 - They sang me a lullaby every night, thinking they were doing the right thing. What they didn’t know was the nature of the darkness they were sending me to. 0 - If the sky is merely a mirror of the sea, we are all swimming in our own clouds. Dreaming of an island where good things are born, for a change. 45
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Page 15 and 16: THE PREACHER’S CAVE Helen Barclay
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Page 23 and 24: telling tales of past doings, betra
Page 25 and 26: Not my body. I’m the sawn in half
Page 27 and 28: should have been. The heel of my sh
Page 29 and 30: HOME ONE Becca Beddow To lie back a
Page 31 and 32: REPEAT Claudia Calzini Chugging alo
Page 33 and 34: THE WOLF Claudia Calzini It’s mor
Page 35 and 36: MOON CHILD Nicola Chapman It all st
Page 37 and 38: attention. Beneath the sheen, it wa
Page 39 and 40: prepared myself to face her again.
Page 41 and 42: CO-EXIST Abby Cook A short spoken w
Page 43 and 44: Her hair is short and black. CUT -
Page 45 and 46: ON THE POINT OF LEAVING FOR PICKERI
Page 47: 21 DREAMS Millie Douce 21 - Everyon
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Page 53 and 54: umblebee working at some clover blo
Page 55 and 56: A PARTY DRESS Emily Hannan The blac
Page 57 and 58: JANE EYRE Lynne Heritage Wednesday
Page 59 and 60: REUNION Lynne Heritage The train ro
Page 61 and 62: MRS BIGFOOT AND THE BEATLE Pamela H
Page 63 and 64: I’ve paid good money for them. An
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Page 69 and 70: LOST AT SEA Anna Jackman Like the o
Page 71 and 72: ‘Of course it’s deep enough. Ma
Page 73 and 74: ‘I told you the draught wasn’t
Page 75 and 76: were their favourite saying that ca
Page 77 and 78: MY SISTER’S WORMS Sam Johnson Coc
Page 79 and 80: Boris the dead worm meets with Libb
Page 81 and 82: THE PREDATOR Lilliane Konsmo A herb
Page 83 and 84: NUANCES Belinda Lindley When she ar
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Page 87 and 88: She was behind me, but not near eno
Page 89 and 90: METACARPUS Belinda Lindley The redn
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Page 97 and 98: IRONY AND PITY Robin Mallender ‘C
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GARDENING Bethan Mosley A week afte
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IN THE HILLS Lauren Moss How strang
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‘How’s tricks, Phil?’ ‘Not
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15/07/14 Emma stops in the middle o
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Every bridge in York closes. All ni
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Blink James Nissler It was sunset w
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Paln threw up where he leant agains
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“See what you’ve done little me
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that was nothing compared to the mi
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ON BELIZE Charnell Peters Houses wa
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and I waited with them gladly separ
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fibre of the fabric that passed thr
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BLIND CORNER Rebecca Richardson It
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PIXELATED Shannon Roberts I am star
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onto the button too long. It was on
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PROGRESS Bethany Rutt Old Mac once
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STAY BLIND Ellen Ryan Tick, tick, k
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and wears black jeans, and a very c
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JULIA laughs, but only shrugs in re
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JULIA Oh…? JULIA tilts her head t
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his hands awkwardly. CHRISTINA grim
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CHRISTINA’S eyes widen and she gr
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AARON turns back to her in surprise
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The one that you love as you are, t
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FINGERS Lewis Tappenden His fingers
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UN SPACE Corrie Thompson Un space.
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How beautiful the Devil must be, an
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A few paces into the unknown and a
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