A Village in Cornwall

I have a strange tale for you, a very strange tale indeed. I almost don’t know where to start. I suppose the beginning may be a good idea. Firstly, I’m a writer. I write crime novels, perhaps you’ve read some of them. My name is Rambles, Verity Rambl…

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The Poppy Field

I woke to the sound of bird-call. The clock told me it was eight-thirty, that’s late for me. I turned to see an empty pillow, he’s up. I had better get up, he’ll be waiting for me in the kitchen, no doubt. He must have snuck out of bed, he usual…

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The Scarlet Lady

This is a single-act play. It takes place in a large kitchen of a detached house, deep in the English Countryside. As the curtain lifts, two people can be seen within a single spotlight. The rest of the kitchen is in darkness. It would be unclear to …

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My New Routine

I’ve managed to get myself in a bit of a routine lately, I never thought I could. Untidiness was just one of my little ways. He said he liked that about me, at first. Of course, people change when you've been with them for a while. Now I’m as tidy as…

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A Simple Act of Kindness

I would just like to share with you my little act of kindness. Please, don’t fill the comments section with things like, “Oh Verity, you are such a lovely person.” Or, “I wish I was as good a human as you.” Comments like that only make me blush, and …

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The Village Fair

It was that time of year again, midsummer. One of the highlights of the year for me is our little village fair. We always seem to get the weather as well. I think once in the last ten years we had rain. It was only a little shower though and was soon…

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Tom’s Magical Picture

Tom was nearly seven, such a happy little boy. Like all children of his age, he loved to play, go to school and just do all the things little boys do. The one thing about Tom, he was a trier. No matter what he was asked to do, he would always do his …

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We’ll Be Home By Christmas

They say that war is hell, it is. It’s a hell I unwittingly chose. I was fifteen at the time. I lived in a little known northern town in England. Not much happened in my town. The men went to work down the mines, the women stayed at home. It was all …

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The Cabin In The Woods

The winter of 1597 was particularly harsh. It started snowing in late autumn. Most, if not all were unprepared for the long, cold winter to come. Jacob was such a man. He lived alone in a small cabin in the woods. The autumn was a time to stock the l…

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Headache, that’s all he’s been saying all day. I can’t help him, this is his problem. How on earth am I supposed to find a solution? I’m not a doctor, it could be anything.“Headache!” he shouts, there he goes again, blooming headache.If he doesn’t st…

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