Tag: Secret life
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Deja vu
Authors note: A draft of this story was originally published and narrated on the podcast ‘Radio FreeWrite’ (Ep. 74) I jolted upright, my heart pounding in my chest, a cold sweat clinging to my skin. My eyes darted around the room, searching for any signs of danger. The air was heavy and the world outside…
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Done Deal
I was not risk averse, but there’s a limit to the things that even I was prepared to do. As I sat in the crowded cafe, the barista was busy at the machine serving the regular daily patrons. I had my usual, flat white with one sugar and a macaroon. They knew exactly how I…
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The forbidden book
Authors note: This is a continuation of an earlier story ‘Musings from the quill’ and is one of a number of pieces in development. Content may be disturbing to some readers. Everyone’s story deserves to be told. As he worked with the bodies, David never viewed them in one dimension; to him they were more…
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Her Secret Life: Torn
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Her Secret Life’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. A tempest of emotions thrummed through my veins as I spread the photos out on the kitchen table. It was all there, in bright vivid colour. The quality of…
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Her Secret Life: Duplicity
Authors note: This is a follow on to my earlier story ‘Her Secret Life’ and is one of several additions that are a work in progress. My eyes glaze over as I attend to my work. I have to separate myself from the realities of my tasks. Over many years, I’d become desensitized to the…
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Dinner at Eight
The late dinner was delightful, an exquisite masterpiece prepared with the utmost care by the chef. The steak was cooked to perfection, a beautiful line of pink through the middle and delicately tender on the palette. The table too, was a work of art. The floral arrangement at the centrepiece and the crisp white linen…
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Lock and key
The filing cabinet was always locked. Mark’s study was his sanctuary, as he called it. It was upstairs at the end of the hallway, well away from the rest of the family. He’d often retreat into the room, particularly after a hard day at work, locking the door behind him to play his old vinyl…
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In the shadows
Nobody ever noticed that I was there, people barely blinked an eyelid whenever I walked into a room. As a matter of fact, well anywhere really. It had been this way my whole life, ever since my mother’s frequent amorous attention was drawn to the company of strange men rather than to her only son.…
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Out of the blue
My phone pinged as a message came through. Things had been great this past year as our relationship continued to blossom. Jane was everything I had ever hoped for, the seemingly perfect match. We met through mutual friends and the connection was instant and electric. Enamoured by her vivacious personality and infectious smile, I loved…
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Her Secret Life
Mary was quite fastidious about her work, never missing even the slightest detail. This is what enamoured her to clients in her line of work, there was no margin for error at all. The service she offered was quite unique for a lady in her position. She was very much in demand, finding a niche…
Roads less travelled 