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A Jolly Jaunt in Copenhagen Travel

So, I’m sure you would you agree that it is time for some memories of Copenhagen after the debacle that was Malmo. Well this was never going to be one of those short city breaks infused with liberal doses of culture. Hangover yoghurt was a more likely culture bet than art and literature. This was billed as a bar-hopping celebration of those few brief, blissful...

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Wonderful Copenhagen, Unwonderful Malmo Travel

I’ve just returned from a short break in Copenhagen (separate article to follow soon) and decided to take a side trip to Malmo in Sweden, which is a mere half hour train ride from the main station in Denmark and only twenty minutes from the airport. I don’t know what I was expecting but Malmo failed to live up to the images formed in my...

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A Sudden Change in Fortunes Short stories

This is a very, very short twenty-three word story that changes genre quickly. Whilst rejoicing that Emily had just agreed to marry him, Rafe unexpectedly took a direct hit from a meteor the size of Sweden.  


Espressoccino Terror Short stories

A pregnant hush descended upon the blackened auditorium. Anticipation cut dead the flattening ripples of applause. Out of the silence a familiar voice: “And so to the final act of this year’s Britain’s Got Talent live final. Please put your hands together for the nation’s favourite baristas, Espressoccino” Everybody waited with bated breath for the surprise act that had taken the country by storm. Suddenly...

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Guest in the House Short stories

Guest in  the House or Soliloquy Confession of a Polish School Cleaner that Pigeons Once Shat on (A door slams. A woman, alone now, holds a metal bin and a black bin bag) Hello. I want to introduce myself. My name is Marta Tomesz. I in very big trouble. I work here the Remington High School since three months when I leave my home town...

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The Duty of Every Man Short stories

He walked over to the bench, sat down in the sun, crossed his legs and straightened the laces of his grey, Converse pumps. From this vantage point he could survey the entire Exchange Flags and the nameless individuals who traversed the open courtyard that had witnessed centuries of trade and barter. What more appropriate place could there be? He would wait patiently for that one...

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