“I need a favour.” That is all that was written on the embossed card. Her business details on one side and her elegant filigree script on the other. It even smelled like her, rich roses and vanilla wrapped in cinnamon.

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Love. Whatever that is.

Just a little mini fiction for your Wednesday.

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I don’t know why these people think they can control me. I am the top of the food chain. The ultimate predator. I eat mice for breakfast.

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Come By Chance

The sound of the hive was soothing. The drone of the bees busily doing their lifes work was a constant reminder that he could provide for himself, that never again would he be reliant on someone else to feed him.

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Judgement Day

She didn’t think of herself as a judgmental person. She didn’t participate in Mummy shaming or tearing down people because they were wearing the wrong colour nail polish with their summer dress. She was even less judgmental if that nail polish was chipped.

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The darkness.

This little bit of flash fiction came as I was writing my fantasy novel. It is just a little bit of backstory that came to me. It stands alone. Enjoy.

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Ruined but worth it.

A little short and sweet story for your Wednesday morning.

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Treasure Hunt.

A small cheeky piece of fiction. Enjoy.

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New Life.

She stood on the platform with her suitcase. This was going to be a new beginning, she thought as she shoved her hands deep into her coat pockets. The heavy thing was a gift from her last boyfriend, the one she had just left sleeping in bed.

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Going through the motions

Her eyes ached and her arms felt like lead. The skin on her fingers where her pen had rested for the past three hours, was sweaty and a blister was forming, the fluid filling the swollen bubble.

She looked over the pages she had written for her final exam. If she passed this then she wouldn’t be the failure that everyone told her she would be. This degree would mean something to the world.

It’s a pity it meant nothing to her.

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