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Sunshine State

He jumped off the train and went into the station, the conductor in the gray cap. He was shriveled and hunched, like a shrimp. It didn’t seem to Julie he’d be capable of doing much more than riding up and down the rails, taking tickets, but he always had a coin for Buddy, a penny the train had squashed between Mt. 1,000 more words

Original Flash Fiction

A Kiss Goodbye

Alise lounged against the leather seat of the booth and watched the man she was going to kill. Randy something or another, she recognized him by a picture her boss had given her. 933 more words

Discover Blackpool’s past through a series of free talks and presentations organised by the Local and Family History Centre at Blackpool Central Library.

Local Historian Librarian Tony Sharkey will be talking about Mrs Merrifield, the Blackpool Murderess, who was hanged in 1953. 21 more words



She wrapped me in her quilted smile

then torched the salty fabric of us,

tear stained and aching.

She knees cruel in the balls.

And I love her that way just the same. 37 more words


Forty Whacks

Lizzie Borden had an axe, gave her father forty whacks

When she saw what she had done, she gave her mother forty-one.

‘It’s amazing what can be lost to history,’ was my first thought on walking through the Lizzie Borden house. 635 more words

A witness


She bore witness to his murder, a mute observer. Half wanting to stop her from killing the man who was once the love of her life, half-rejoicing, for she was finally free. 90 more words

Fiction & Poetry

Mother Hen

‘Ello dearie be ye looking for me? By the hearth I’m found, come over – let Elsie have a looksie. My eyes are old but my tongue is still sharp, so wipe off that smug smile, it be wider than a harp. 329 more words