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Mother
"I don't want to!" "But you have to! You can't continue like this!" Moira had had another call. Mother had fallen again. She had been found by the neighbour who had heard her faint calls that morning. Luckily, Moira had had the foresight to give the neighbour her number.
By Rachel Deeming9 days ago in Fiction
The Politician
He was relaxing in his deckchair when he felt the cold steel on his chest. He had been dreaming about a nubile young woman. It was less about who she was and more about the fact that she desired him, Bruno Jackson, retired MP. He had felt stirrings in the old boy as he dozed but was relieved that in this moment of vulnerability, he was barely tumescent. There were some positives to getting old or at least, where certain situations required it.
By Rachel Deeming11 days ago in Fiction
- Top Story - May 2024
Revenge
I've got it. The acid. It took some doing but nothing a bit of trawling through the internet can't help with. I've got a lot in common with this acid, I think. I could probably tap into myself and siphon it off without having to buy it, I'm that bitter. And these feelings I have, fizzing, it's like they're sitting there, waiting, slowly corroding my innards, filling me with heat. If I keep them in any longer, they're gonna turn me from a living breathing body into powder.
By Rachel Deeming17 days ago in Fiction