Category Archives: Marion Twyman

THE FORTUNATE FIND by Marion Twyman

The rucksack I found was very non-descript, you couldn’t tell whether the owner was male or female, but inside was just one large bright pink rubber glove, nothing else at all. How very strange. I couldn’t resist trying it on, … Continue reading

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SANTA’S LITTLE HELPER by Marion Twyman

Santa Claus yawned, stretched and had a good scratch, then climbed into bed, where Mrs Claus was already comfortably settled. “Just about ready for the big day again” he said “It has come round quickly this time. I really wonder … Continue reading

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THE WINDOW DRESSER By Marion Twyman

Edward adjusted a sleeve, then stood back to admire the effect. ‘Perfect’ he said to himself. The four mannequins in the group stared silently back at him. ‘Goodnight girls’ he said, as he stepped from the window back into the … Continue reading

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FOOTPRINTS IN THE SNOW By Marion Twyman

It sounded like a barking cough. “Must be a fox” thought Fiona “There’s no one around for miles”. The light was beginning to fade, and as she drew the curtains, she noticed it was beginning to snow. “Bad timing” she … Continue reading

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HOMES I HAVE DECORATED – THE LIFE STORY OF A STRING OF TINSEL. By Marion Twyman

I left the factory in China in a huge consignment of tinsel, and after a long journey by ship and lorry, I next saw daylight when I was hung on a rail in Debenhams. I was eventually purchased along with … Continue reading

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THE CELEBRATION CAKE By Marion Twyman

“I always do it, you know I do,” her mother had said. “We can’t let them down, they rely on me. It’s only a Christmas cake, your gran’s recipe is so straightforward even a child could do it, and the … Continue reading

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CAUGHT IN THE ACT By Marion Twyman

As Tom struggled with the heavy cart full of logs, he saw the three daughters of the house approaching. He stopped and stood still as they passed, and doffed his cap. “Miss Dorothy, Miss Mary, Miss Patience” he said, inclining … Continue reading

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DISCOVERY IN AN AFRICAN CAVE By Marion Twyman

The four tired, dusty and bedraggled archaeologists crawled the ninety metres from the burial chamber, through the chute just 18 centimetres wide, to reach the cave entrance located in the Cradle of Humankind World Heritage site 50 metres Northwest of … Continue reading

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THE ROOM By Marion Twyman

The main bar of the ‘Cavalier’ pub hasn’t changed much since the old former coaching inn was built over two hundred years ago. It’s a long room with a low ceiling, stained brown from all the years of smoke from … Continue reading

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ANOTHER WORLD By Marion Twyman

I used to live in another world, but I’ve been in this one for quite a while now. I’ve forgotten quite a lot about the other one, but I am reminded of parts of it when I see people from … Continue reading

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