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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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Jay’s Journal Part Six

What Harriet had brought us was the latest edition of the Parish News. “I picked it up from the Church on the way here,” she said. “It hasn’t been circulated yet, so you are the first to know. Page 18.” … Continue reading

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Chapter 1 – West Silvertown By Philip Mansfield

It all began sometime during the twenty four hours that comprised the 7th March 1931. A son was born to Mrs Rosanna Mansfield wife of Mr Bertie Robert Mansfield. I was that little baby and I was born at home … Continue reading

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Introduction

For many years I had considered writing a book and over time had made many notes about my own experiences. There was nothing particularly auspicious to write about, but it was my life and I thought probably my Grandchildren Georgina … Continue reading

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NO HIDING PLACE by Marion Twyman

‘Angie, it is you, isn’t it ?’ With those few words, the bottom dropped instantly out of my secure and untroubled world. I turned in response to the voice and the restraining hand on my arm, prepared to deny all … Continue reading

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SAFELY GATHERED IN by MARION TWYMAN.

This was probably going to be our last holiday together as a family, before we went our own ways in life. My twin brother Will and I were 18, and would both be starting at Universities in a few weeks, … Continue reading

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COLD CALLER by Marion Twyman.

He was a handsome, smartly dressed young man, with a friendly smile. The giveaway was the clipboard. “Good morning madam” he started. “I’m sorry” I interjected “I don’t have dealings with doorstep callers.”

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The Least Convenient Suspect By D. Brendan McCarthy

Chapter One ‘You have arrived.’ Ryan Hunter drank the last of his Associated Teas and Coffees’ tea. The lukewarm, oily liquid coated his tongue. Four thirty in the morning and his car was parking him in a warehouse complex to … Continue reading

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