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Our drama category is for fans of stories filled with feeling, focusing on strong dialogue and well-rounded character development. Tragedy is a common theme, with gritty, realistic emotions driving the story. Readers are given clear insight into characters' thoughts and taken on a deep and sometimes courageous journey. Please send in your dramatic fiction or take a look at one of the emotive entries below.

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The Long Road Home. Chapter 4

They both laughed gently. It was good to hear someone had survived the escape from Tripoli unhurt.

Rome. January 19 h 1943 It was well after midnight when, with a short, sharp blast of the locomotive's whistle, the train signalled it was ready to leave. The carriage in which the two young sisters were sitting gave a sudden jolt and then, with another, began to move. Almost imperceptibly at first, it rolled slowly along the quayside before turning away from the water and...Read On

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An Idea for a Short Story

Her long hair spread over my chest and smelled like … like … what was it? Who was she?

Sounds. Voices. Tingling. “I saw a twitch …” “… His eyelids are fluttering …” “How are we doing today Mr. Stavros? You gave us quite a scare, didn’t he Mrs. Stavros?” The young woman addressing him was dressed in a pale blue pajama holding a clipboard with pen poised to note something indicative. Off to the left side of his visual space was an older woman who seemed to stare intently...Read On

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Into the Darkness, Into the Light

What do you do when it all becomes too much

Dana looked down at the blood on her wrist; the thick red line followed a path slowly down the inside of her arm. She lifted her arm, the thick red line mesmerised her, every slow advancement of it taking her back in time. She was happy once she thought, or was she ever happy; her mind struggled to find a happy moment, a moment she did not hate her life or what she was. The red line...Read On

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Dear Friend...

Ben decides to follow through a seemingly spam email asking for money. Is it real?

The sun’s heat was particularly humid in the open plan office, as though the windows were large magnifying glasses, the workers under inspection, the heat rebounding from their computer monitors to bombard them as though they were in an oven. Benjamin Lowell looked up as a shadow fell over him. Trevor Ingram was standing there, holding out a bacon and egg sandwich and a Styrofoam cup of...Read On

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Coming Out

Coming out to your parents

Marie was fiddling with her wedding band, a nervous expression on her face when Elena saw them from the entrance of the coffee shop. Her mother gave her a little wave to catch her attention. Wouter turned around a big smile on his face, always happy to see his daughter. He stood up as Elena got closer and gave her a big bear hug, “That’s my girl, the big boss manager,” he grinned and slapped...Read On

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Venus de Milo

How does one ever know whether his memories are his or implanted by someone else?

“What can I do for you?” “Well, Professor Palmer, I’ve been browsing the Internet and came across your work on false memories and external indicators differentiating false and true memories,” Axel answered the man sitting behind the oversized mahogany desk. “That was based on research and clinical experience with childhood traumas such as those of rape or incest victims,” the...Read On

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A Walk in the Desert

What could be more banal than going for a walk?

"A Walk in the Desert" (c) Mike Stone October 8, 2014   Tuvi Ornat put the old concert ticket he'd been using as a bookmark between the two pages he had been reading and laid the dog-eared paperback gently on the table beside his chair. He stood up and stretched his arms. "I'm going for a walk," Tuvi called upstairs but there was no response. He scribbled a short note and slid a...Read On

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The Long Road Home. Chapter 3

The six, wing-mounted machine-guns barked for a brief moment...

Taranto. January 17 th , 1943   Maria stood on the quayside and watched the ship slowly disappearing into the distance, unaware of the approaching danger. Suddenly, her superior officer, Oberstabsarzt Bernhardt Ritter, grabbed her arm. “Come on,” he said as he pulled her urgently towards the small Kübelwagen standing silently behind them. “What?” she said, puzzled but then,...Read On

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The Long Road Home Chapter 2.

Something large and heavy landed on her, knocking her to the deck...

The Mediterranean. January 17 th , 1943 As the setting sun began to dip below the horizon, SS Aegean Sea reduced her engine revolutions to slow. The frothing, white water that had hitherto washed along her flanks disappeared as her speed reduced to almost a standstill. Captain Konstantinos Theodopolis opened his bible and read.   “ The Lord is my shepherd, there is nothing I...Read On

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November 21st at 6:58am

Kane looked up at the dark, snowy clouds that filled the sky before his eyes zeroed in on a snowflake, following it until it hit against his skin, melting away. He tightened the red scarf around his neck before shoving his hands in his pockets. He closed his eyes, sighing to himself as he patiently waited for his classmate to interrupt his peace and quiet. What seemed like half an hour, he...Read On

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The Long Road Home. Chapter 1.

The continuing story of two young sisters trying to survive the horrors of World war Two.

The Mediterranean. January 15 th , 1943 Matron Katarina Langsdorf leaned on the rail at the stern of the old tramp steamer, the coast of Libya having long been lost to her sight by distance and nightfall. Her eyes were moist and red from the tears she had finally allowed to flow, once her fury at being dragged aboard without her sister had subsided. Almost as soon as the ship...Read On

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Time and Tide

“Hattie!” she shouted out with excitement. “You didn't!”

“Ronnie, I got them!” Harriet Mitchell bounded up the steps to her friend's front door waving a nondescript white envelope above her head. “They came this morning!” Veronica Pickles, 'Ronnie' to her friends stood in the open doorway of her Belgravia town house, a puzzled frown on her pretty, young face. “What came this morning, Hattie?” Harriet's face was flushed with excitement as...Read On

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Hello?

"Ah, sorry for bothering you again Axel, but I guess you must be really busy huh? Anyway, I was just calling to check if you got any of my messages and I really… I really do want to talk to you, if you could please call me back? We should catch up! It's the same number from high school so-" The answering machine cut her off and Axel stood next to his home phone with a dark look on his...Read On

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Desire of the Samurai Chapter 2

Marriage was the last thing on her mind. Marriage was what he thought of all the time.

 

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Night of Hot Knives

Keep the grill burning for later

It started out as usual. Murphy announced the specials for the night.  "We got your appetizers. Two of 'em, as usual. Frijoles Charros which is just heirloom beans with some applewood smoked bacon. Push that. Chef got too much bacon this week. It's gotta be used. He stared at Jesse, expecting her to mouth off. Not this time. "So, going on, we got the other one. Ostiones Empanizados....Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 33.

For the first time, Oberstabsarzt Ritter raised his voice to them and they were stunned into silence

Tripoli. January 14 th 1943   Maria took over from Katarina as usual and whilst she did her ward rounds, left Rania to help Ilsa on her ward. After she had checked her last patient for the morning she headed back to her office where, on her desk she found a grey message form from the adjutants office. It was marked, 'Attention Matrons Kaufmann/Langsdorf'. It was a request from...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 32.

“And you, Untersturmführer, had better be damn sure that you have got your facts right..."

Tripoli. October 24 th , 1942   Katarina and Major Ritter waited patiently whilst Corporal Müller disappeared hurriedly through the door behind him. “Sir,” Katarina began, more thinking aloud than speaking to her superior officer directly. “Do you think that the men who attacked me could be saying that I broke into their house? They are lying if they did.” The Major...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 31

She could feel her consciousness ebbing away...

Tripoli. October 23 rd 1942   Maria waited patiently on the ward for her sister and Rania to return. Having no idea whatsoever about where the little girl lived she was not concerned about the time passing. Instead she assisted Anneliese and Hanna and as they worked they chatted about what had passed since their time after leaving Benghazi. Since they had returned from their...Read On

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Desire Of The Samurai Chapter 1

 

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 30

“Is everything all right, Ma'am?” he asked her. “It's not safe to be out at night alone.”

Tripoli. October 23 rd 1942   Maria awoke with a start. Something had disturbed her and she knew immediately what... Rain! The summer had been relentless and no rain had fallen for some four months but now, it was beating against her window and she felt a huge sense of relief flood through her. She checked her watch and saw that it was almost time to get up anyway so she pulled...Read On

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The Balcony

Can a wild girl force her socialite friend to marry the man the wild girl loves?

Dark-haired Diana Lessing wasn't highly educated. Rumors blamed her abusive father for her never finishing high school. But she mesmerized and monopolized Justin Bayard's life. He forgot work, skipped classes, and jeopardized his job. Then Diana, a social activist, got arrested with Clara Trescott, demonstrating for some cause. Apparently, this made them good friends: Diana, the...Read On

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Nightmare 2

What is the punishment for a seven year old caught stealing?

My breath comes in great gasps. I stand panicked but subdued in a long, thin, dust filled communal toilet. Several of the buildings in our street have been lost to bombs in the past few days, and the dust seems to hang around like a fog. The white and dark blue tiling on the walls and floor reflect the remains of the daylight, which plays with the Brownian dust particles. As much is hidden...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant hearts. Chapter 29.

“What happened to you? Are you all right?”

Tripoli. May 26 th 1942   Several minutes had elapsed before the overwhelmed sisters were able to relax enough to relinquish their grip on each other. So emotional were they that they just sat and looked at each other, each gripping the other's hand so tightly it was as if they would never let go. With an atmosphere that was so highly charged, Anneliese and Hanna could do...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 28

"...and there fell from it three drops of blood on the snow."

Tripoli. February 04 th 1942   The news from Benghazi was a double edged sword for Katarina. On the one hand, Maria would at least be away from the fighting but on the other, she would be alone and unhappy. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be caged in a foreign land so far from home. As for herself, the time resting had worked wonders. A good night's sleep had...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 27.

She lifted the bottle to her lips but it was dry. The last of the water was gone.

Tripoli. February 03 rd 1942   Maria stared in disbelief at the fuel gauge but it made no difference. She could stare at it all night but the fact of the matter was, the fuel tank was empty! Hanna and Anneliese came through the door, Hanna taking the empty seat to the left and Anneliese remaining in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Neither spoke. “The Benzine is...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 26

“That's it then,” she said, with a great sadness. “Captivity.”

Benghazi. January 30 th 1942   Maria sighed sadly as she took one last look at the bomb damaged port of Benghazi. The final First Aid Carrier was waiting at the end of the jetty for her and her colleagues, the last of the German prisoners, to board so they could leave for the Hospital Ship moored outside the harbour entrance. “Come on then, we 'aven't got all day!” The...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant Hearts. Chapter 25

He stopped when Katarina put her hand up. “I can't hear you,” she said...

Tripoli. February 03rd 1942   Since having heard the conversation about the counter-offensive, Katarina was once more hopeful that all was not lost. She hadn't heard a single word about Benghazi since Christmas eve, however, more than a month ago and as she considered all the possibilities, her heart once again became heavy with fear. Not even a year had passed since she and her...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant hearts. Chapter 24,

...he just rolled his eyes towards Maria. “She did it....” he croaked.

Benghazi. January 29 th 1942   Maria stared at the men who had crashed onto her ward so abruptly. The officer she remembered from the incident in the desert but the others were not the ones who had assaulted her and her medic. “Was passiert?” she asked nervously and then remembered they probably didn't understand. The sergeant looked blankly at her but the officer answered...Read On

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A Rainy Southern Night

The first meeting of a girl and guy from different social backgrounds, with hints of the past..

America is where we hung, And fell in love when we were young. My youth passed fast: Windows 3.1 (1992)—Windows ’95—Windows ’98—Windows 2000 all the way to Windows 10 Pro, until my last semester of college. And in that springtime of 2016, on a wet night, an attractive weird girl was working in the university cafeteria. Weird because I’d just been told that she was the daughter of...Read On

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Kindred Spirits, Distant hearts. Chapter 23

As she read the words her tears flowed steadily...

Tripoli. January 29 th , 1942   Katarina opened her eyes as the loud roar of the three Junker's engines suddenly diminished to a more subdued rumble. The pilot had pulled the throttle levers back onto their stops to allow the engines to idle as the camouflaged transport plane followed the glide path down towards the runway at Tripoli. Christmas day was dawning but, for the...Read On