Monthly Archives: April 2012

I WISH I HAD SEEN by Marion Twyman

I wish I had seen the inside of the café before I went in. It was raining hard and very cold, and there was half an hour before my bus was due, so, seeing the word ‘CAFÉ’ on the condensation-fogged … Continue reading

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CHAIN REACTION by Marion Twyman.

I was beginning to dread the postman calling, there had been four of the letters over the past fortnight, and I was very, very frightened. They were all the same, a plain white envelope with a typed address label stuck … Continue reading

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HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL by Marion Twyman

Another Monday morning at Dobsons Cardboard Ltd. Mr Mayberry, the Chief Accountant, ambled into his secretary, Sheila’s office. ‘Morning Sheila, – good weekend ? I’ve just seen Sir Norman in the lift, he’s just had a productive weekend golfing. Guess … Continue reading

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SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG BY TOM PARR

CHAPTER 4 WHEN TESTOSTERONE RULED When I joined a youth club in 1945 that was held in the Methodist Church hall, I stepped slap bang into the middle of a silent cold war. The Reverend wanted to open the meetings … Continue reading

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SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG BY THOMAS PARR

CHAPTER THREE MIND THE MINE! There’s a tree in the meadow, with a landmine lurking nearby. It shouldn’t have been there. It was the year of our Lord 1944, and Germany was still dropping assorted bombs on Britain, and parachuting … Continue reading

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SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG Chapter Two

THE EARS HAVE IT by Thomas Parr When I returned to school after a spell in hospital the teacher looked at me in amazement. “Why on earth aren’t you dead?” she asked. Being only six years old at that time, … Continue reading

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SPLINTERS FROM A PERSONAL LOG Chapter One

FROM NOUGHT TO FIVE BESIDE A TAR PIT. By Thomas Parr Imagine a small cottage huddled in the shadow of a cement factory by the river. The cottage is twenty feet from the river and there is a ten foot … Continue reading

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Thomas Parr – author Profile

I started serious writing soon after leaving the Royal navy in 1962. My colourful description of a sailor’s life in the 1950s caught the attention of a publisher. Unfortunately he went bankrupt and sank without trace before a contract could … Continue reading

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