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Woody
Mum always asked about Woody because he was a family friend. She didn't know about the footballs pelted at him from ten yards, that his gym shorts were pulled down during PE. Stanley would empty the contents of his side bag and stamp on them: conkers, dried leaves and some bark. Everyone would howl at him.I didn't stop a thing, and by day three of his disappearance, I knew it was my fault.Woody's blonde bowl cut and pointy ears made him look like an elf who'd pranced off a tree. All the other kids stared down at phones or iPads whilst he studied clouds, pointing at them with a stick. He looked...
Oat milk
Goldie, 1955 Camberwell, LondonAlice was an easy baby. From her high chair, she watched me with her serious eyes as I set out breakfast. Always the same; it was better for everybody. Wipe the gingham tablecloth, damp-wipe with the cloth and shake out into the bin. Fill the glass jug from the tap; let it run clear and cold first. Set the cutlery; Alice’s own little set or she would not eat, that she did mind. The wooden-handled set, not from the best drawer. A napkin each, Alice’s choice from the drawer; I would hold them up to her. Flowered, checked, plain. Plain. Yellow eggcups. Toast rack. B...
Stuey
On the outskirts of Diamond City, above Evergreen Campground, a bright light exploded in the glittery sky and fell to the surrounding wilderness. The white streak was unobserved, however, because most of the younger children were glued to various board games, and the older kids were huddled together sharing spooky after-dark fairy tales. Having completed a full day of outdoor activities, a little bit of fun was a welcomed reprieve for everyone at the camp. Over the years, Evergreen had experienced a rapid decline in visitors, and a final decision was made to close the doors forever. Heralded...
When Fortunes Change
Ned searched frantically around the pool. www.onedoor.ccMaybe he could find enough change to buy an ice cream, at this point anything would help. He stole a quick glance back to where his best friend was sitting wrapped in a towel. Asher was shaking despite the warmth of the day, it didn’t look like he was going to stay conscious much longer. Ned kept up his desperate search, wondering how things could have gone so wrong.****The morning had started just like dozens of other hot summer days. Ned rose from his bed a little past nine in the morning and found the AC already hard at work. They were into the fift...