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Does Heaven Have Cucumber Cubes?

When they got home, and Diane had fixed her a snack which met her rather rabbit-like specifications, Neena launched into her favourite topic of conversation. 'Mum, why-' she began, her mouth bulging with carrot sticks and cucumber cubes, '-do people believe in heaven?' As always, Diane hesitated before she answered. She'd tried hard to raise Neena to believe what she wanted, but her daughter hung on her every word. 'Remember when we talked about faith, pet? That it means people don't always need rock hard evidence to believe in things?' It had taken her a long time to come around to the idea. Diane had wondered if she was pleased that her

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Does Heaven Have Cucumber Cubes?

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Indigo Part 2

Indigo Part 2 I started screaming, screaming louder than I ever thought I could scream. The girl ran to the wall and turned on the light. 'Saffy, it's ok! What is it?' Now that the light was on I recognised the girl as my sister Jenna. In the dark she had morphed into the look-alike of my nightmare. 'Oh, Jenna, I had the scariest nightmare ever. This girl, she looked just like me but with blue eyes she was outside my window and then she tried to talk to me but when I said I couldn't hear her, she changed, she changed all grey and scarred and she was laughing and it was so horrible Jenna it was horrible. It was like it was real and when yo

Old Work

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Life's Questions

Life's questions People know if they're forgetful, People know if they're not, But can people remember how forgetful they have got?

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Finding My Feet

So, do I just...type? Okay. I've never used a computer before. This one isn't mine, you see. It belongs to Hannah; she's letting me use it. She's very nice, I like her a lot. She's very careful not to treat me like I'm a child, or like I'm stupid. A lot of people do, you see. I'm not stupid. I'm not going to sit here and say "Hannah says I'm clever", even though she does, because it doesn't matter. Hannah could tell me I'm the biggest idiot ever, and I would still know I'm clever. I've learned to use this thing in no time at all, haven't I? That's because I'm a....a smart cookie, according to Hannah. I got a bit confused the first time she

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Does Heaven Have Cucumber Cubes? by smallmollz18, literature

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Does Heaven Have Cucumber Cubes?

Embers Intro by smallmollz18, literature

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Embers Intro

'Who's on the phone?' 'Jesus', Eva nearly dropped the glass she'd been holding as Caroline hurtled into the room, 'You near gave me a heart attack, love!' 'Sorry', she glanced from Eva to the phone, which was sitting innocently in its cradle, 'Who was-' 'Auntie Jackie. Why? You expecting someone else?' Caroline shook her head, sliding into her usual space at the kitchen table. She hesitated for a moment, then reached for an apple- clearly trying to provide an alternative reason for her sudden appearance. Eva finished drying the glass, returned it to the cupboard, and sat down opposite her. 'What's his name?' Caroline narrowed her eyes,

Pills by smallmollz18, literature

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Pills

It's endless. Swallowing pills to push them away, but they never go. Not completely. They lurk in the shadows, sleeping inside her head, but she knows they will wake. And they'll be angry. They'll want to know why she stopped talking to them for so long. She doesn't know why. They are always so nice to her. Now and again, she thinks about letting them come back. Why shouldn't they? People tell her not to, tell her to take the pills or else. She doesn't tell them anything. She doesn't tell them when she starts dropping the pills down the sink every morning. She doesn't tell them because she doesn't need them. Not now her friends have welc

Birthday Game: Wise Advice by smallmollz18, literature

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Birthday Game: Wise Advice

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after lollipops because you'll only end up with a deodorant in your nose." I never quite understood his advice until one Pancake Day, I was gardening with my best friend Arizona Lily. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was fruity and spooky sounds came from deep within. Arizona Lily saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

Reading by smallmollz18, literature

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Reading

Why do you like it? It's such a simple question, yet she finds it hard to answer. Does she like reading because it's in some way forbidden? She must read fashion magazines, yes, but real books? Of course not! Does she like it because it's somehow an escape? Is it the fact that she lets her tea go cold because she's a million miles away, chasing a world that does not exist? The fact that, when she has to tear herself away, she's afraid that the story will continue on without her? Does she like the fact that it's a distraction? How trivial do mere bruises seem when soldiers are being struck down in battle? What are a few harsh words, when

Ruby by smallmollz18, literature

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Ruby

She'd thought she could come back. It had been long enough, Lesley assured herself. She'd been upset- no. Perhaps distraught was the word- but she was fine now. Enough time had passed that the pain had dulled to an ache, rather than the knife edge it had been at first. She missed Ruby, but she could go on without her. She could go back to work. The morning passed relatively easily, with only a few hiccups- some of the pupils were either nosy enough or concerned enough to ask why she'd been away. She heard them muttering about her. "I don't get it, she said she was fine..." "Well, she's not going to turn round and say "My daughter's dead"

Behind The Scenes by smallmollz18, literature

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Behind The Scenes

When Jennifer knew Claire; she'd been half of the most envied couple around. Before that, any relationship had been a sideline act, overshadowed by that of Theresa and whoever had taken her fancy that week. Her endless supply of sordid tales, which were exaggerated at best and utterly fictional at worst, put everyone else off piping up about their kiss outside Pizza Hut- but only until Claire and Michael got together. They were different. They were it. Theresa relinquished her role of prima donna rather reluctantly, Jennifer thought, but she allowed Claire to take over. However, things began to change. A raised eyebrow from Claire after a s

Cupcakes by smallmollz18, literature

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Cupcakes

It was four o'clock in the morning, and she was icing cupcakes. She'd been there for so long that the mere thought of licking that smudge of buttercream from her hand made her feel sick. She'd been there for so long that food colouring had dried, tacky like blood, onto the counter. And still, not one of the cupcakes was finished. She'd spooned buttercream clumsily onto them, then scraped off again as it landed lumpy and messy. She'd repeated that cycle God knows how many times; with the same result. Then, she'd tried with a piping bag. Every time she'd held it, steady and perfectly positioned, above the cake- and every time her hands would

Love by smallmollz18, literature

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Love

He told her he loved her when there was snow on the ground. Their breath clouded in the air before them as they walked through the park, frost already settled on the immaculately tended flowers. They walked arm in arm, him for closeness more than warmth, her for warmth more than any kind of intimacy. When they reached it, she saw that her usual bench was damp, sparkling with the early morning ice. She rubbed a small space clear with the sleeve of her jacket and perched on the arm, fumbling for her lip balm with wool clad fingers. Before she could find it, however, Jake took her hands in both of his. 'Claire', he stood, so much taller than h

Lissa by smallmollz18, literature

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Lissa

Hi, sweetheart. I was just thinking about you today. My friend's daughter's getting married. I tried to imagine you getting married, Liss, but I couldn't. Couldn't think what you'd look like grown up, see? Though I suppose I wouldn't have to wait that long. I started planning my wedding when I was six. Used to dress up in the net curtains. Funny, because I never wanted to wear white. There was this singer, on TV all the time when I was little. She had this gorgeous purple dress on, for one of her shows. I wanted that to be my wedding dress, Liss. Can you imagine that? Everyone waiting, expecting white, and then I'd walk out... And then we'd

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