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Cariba's Braids
The propeller wash is knocking back my braids as I step onto the baking tarmac runway. Mum, Dad and Missy are behind me, but they are silent.There are stern hugs from Mum and Dad, but Missy buries herself into my chest and I feel her fingers clutching, then digging hard into my back. And then the tears.I cannot cry, my insides feel like hardened clay. I try to smile at Mum, but her brown eyes scare me - they are vacant, and I do not want to become that person.The minder is waving me over, and I know this is the moment I have to leave so I turn my back and stride forward. He is white as white, ...
The Jack of all Trades
Daniel lifted his Queen and dropped it with satisfaction on b7, noting down ‘++’, otherwise known as checkmate. Daniel breathed a sigh of relief that the game was finally over. What would be his final match seemed to go on for eternity but he could now, finally, pack away the chess pieces. He scooped them into his hands and into the chessboard which also formed as a case. He really thought that chess would be his thing, a hobby that he could finally stick with. But once again, he became bored of the repetition. Instead, his chess set would become a decorative piece, he would be one of those p...
The Island
They collected the boat, and casting off www.onedoor.ccthe mooring ropes, headed the Great White Hope out of the small but bustling harbour. James was an experienced sailor and captain but the two others were not. Clare had only been on a canal boat previously but she was fun, willing and eager to learn. Paul had some knowledge, mainly of larger ships, as he had recently left the merchant navy. His experience was gained on the bridge of supertankers and huge container vessels. They were the only, English speaking, crew available at the time he needed them. Coral Bay, in the British Virgin Islands, was not ...
It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game
I drop to the floor in pain. I didn’t think my first class would be this brutal. Maybe kickboxing isn’t for me? I pick myself up off the floor and get back into my fighting stance, sweat dripping down my forehead and into my eyes. The saltiness of the sweat stings and I blink to refocus. My partners hands are up and ready for me to unleash the combo - Jab, cross, left kick…jab, cross, left kick – I did it! I look to my partner and she seems impressed, maybe not impressed, maybe more fascinated by my coordination (or lack of). I stand in front of my partner, hands up ready to catch the combo. H...