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Tag: BBC Local Radio Writing Club

  • Short Fiction: Parcelwatching

    I was watching my phone to get some clue as to when my parcel would arrive. It was to come from Peterborough to just outside Cambridge, a distance of some 36 miles. It arrived, 277 miles later. That’s over seven and a half times the distance it should have gone. What had happened? Where had…

  • Poem: My Spam Folder

    The volume of emails coming into your inbox Is often alarming, I think you’ll agree. Thanks heavens we’ve all got our spam filters working Or else we’d be drowning in a spam email sea. My spam filter roots out the dodgy and scammy The grifters, the venal, the thick and the strange; So I’ve braved…

  • Poem: The Usual Routine

    Every morning, seven-fifteen Sydney showered, short but keen, Ate his breakfast, washed the bowl Listening to some rock and roll Flossed and brushed his teeth with care, Cleaned his glasses, combed his hair, Donned his shirt and tie and suit, Pulled on each well-polished boot; Grabbed his briefcase, coat and hat, Left the house and…

  • Short Fiction: The Same Every Time

    I turned my car towards the hotel with some trepidation, to be honest, even though I knew exactly what was going to happen. I didn’t want to go there at all, and if I thought I could have got away with it I’d have gone straight past and ignored her, but I knew she’d have…

  • Short Fiction: A Letter From Jane Austen To Her Brother

    My dearest Edward, How timely is your wonderful invitation to come and stay with you a while in Hampshire! I am in sore need of a prolonged rest with little to disturb me, for I am quite beset with all manner of communications which clamour for my attention, hence my tardiness in replying to your…

  • Poem: A Blind Date? What Were You Thinking?

    Why am I doing this? What shall I wear? Do I have time to colour my hair? What about nail varnish? Heels or flat shoes? Dress, skirt or trousers? Why can’t I choose? What shall we talk about? Where will we go? Why am I bothered? Why didn’t I say no? What if he’s awful?…

  • Poem: Seize the Clay

    Mrs Sybil Cottery And her husband, Ray, Had a ceramics business Making things from clay. They’d bought a lottery ticket And with the cash they’d won Decided to make pottery, Quirky, weird and fun. They fired up their wheels and kilns As quickly as they could; Ambition, though, outwei

  • Poem: The Lovelorn Candle

    A single lovelorn candle – Smart, petite and bright – Just needed some affection To be a ray of light. To her, love was important, It wasn’t just a game; She didn’t want to end up As somebody’s old flame. She used to date a church candle, Upright, proud, but thick And stank so much…

  • Poem: The Sound Of My Garden

    This is the sound of my garden, A haven of peace and of quiet. Want to relax in a garden? Come round to my house and just try it. Pigeons cooing, cows are mooing, Hedges kept in check with trimmers, Motorbikes and kiddies’ trikes, Lawns are finished off with strimmers.

  • Poem: All The Things I Couldn’t Do

    A week ago today I got a tax rebate. A tax rebate? Well, that’s just great! A week ago today I got a tax rebate And this is what it said. It said: Don’t spend it on the spot, Don’t blow it on a yacht, Don’t buy yourself a plane, Don’t go insane, Don’t journey…