Tanya Doolin
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Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 3.
John was roused from his usual Nytol-induced stupor by the ringing of the bedside telephone. Blearily he lifted the receiver, surprised to hear his old mate Eddie chatting enthusiastically on the other end. There was to be a village fête in Elvington that weekend, their childhood home. Eddie insisted John join him there to reminisce about the good old days over a few pints. After a moment's hesitation, John agreed.
By Tanya Doolin5 months ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics.
Trigger Warning: Mention of Suicide. Suicide Ideation. Chapter 2 The noise of the Teasmaid woke John from his slumber. With bleary eyes he glanced at the alarm clock's angry red numbers: 6:15 am. Time to prepare for another empty day.
By Tanya Doolin5 months ago in Chapters
Cold Beer and Hot Politics. Chapter 1.
The incessant ticking of the carriage clock on the mantel was the only sound breaking the oppressive silence that had settled on the flat. John sat motionless in his frayed armchair, staring blankly ahead as the clock hands etched their way towards half past ten. Thirty more minutes of wakeful consciousness remaining before he could seek respite in chemically-induced sleep.
By Tanya Doolin5 months ago in Chapters
The Day the Spoons Vanished
Chapter 3: Seeking Answers I began to research the mystery of the disappearing spoons. Scouring online forums, I found others reporting similar experiences - vanishing keys, flickering lights, misplaced items glitching in and out of reality. Some attributed it to ghosts or psychic phenomena, but I sought a more concrete explanation
By Tanya Doolin6 months ago in Chapters
The Day the Spoons Vanished
Chapter 1: The Disappearing Spoon Waking up was the first thing to happen that morning, as it often does for people who sleep at night and rise again in daylight. Sunlight filtered through the blinds in lines across the bed as the eyes opened blinking awake into the new day.
By Tanya Doolin6 months ago in Chapters