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FIRST LOVE by Dave Feakes

Her name was Monica. She moved in next door and, like me, had a mother but no father. We became good friends, played together and even went to the same school. It seemed big to hold hands walking home until one day Monica gripped me tightly and said her mother was going to live with her uncle. She had to go too. We played together for the last time then, before she left, Monica kissed me for the first time. My heart fluttered with love, my stomach sank in despair. It was so hard being a seven year-old.

I Just Knew It Would Happen! by Debbie Sutton

One beautiful summer afternoon, whilst on my way to the Railway Station in Felixstowe, I watched in disbelief as an old lady tethered her large dog to an almost full litter receptacle outside the nearby newsagents.

Unseen by the old lady, but not by the dog, was a rather tempting ginger cat on the other side of the road.

Five seconds later the cat was streaking down the middle of Hamilton Road followed closely by the large dog towing a quickly emptying litter basket, behind which was the fastest old lady I’ve ever seen shouting and waving her handbag.

Domino effect (funniest minute of my life?) by Jan McGeachie

Did I glimpse my future and see what would happen? Or was it a lucid dream?

I knew when I was dreaming that I was controlling what was happening in what appeared to be slow motion.

Cutting the wedding cake, turning to look at my niece as she pirouetted around the stage then being shunted forward as she fell, causing me to fall onto the cake and get completely covered.

So why is it now as I stand here with the knife between us, my hand is shaking? Can Caitlin just stay seated? Please?

Maybe it wasn't in this life?

Puppy Love by Jan McGeachie

Roy and Janie were in love and wanted to get married. Never mind that they were only nine, they decided they would run away together.

Janie’s mother insisted it was only a crush but Janie knew different. Late one night carrying her bag, she walked down the road to the house where Roy lived. She knew he would be waiting so she stood outside.

Problem was Roy’s mother always gave him hot chocolate before bed each night. He had settled down and soon gone to sleep, forgetting how important tonight was to be for the pair of them.

HUMPING AROUND by Scott Fairburn

He’d been moaning and groaning all morning, pushing in and out, but he was getting tired. She laughed as she enjoyed it and he started to get frustrated with her. Looking her up and down he pushed hard and his face turned red. She laughed again, that was it. If she wanted the furniture moved she could do it herself.

BIG ONES by Scott Fairburn

She woke up and they were there, over the last couple of months they had grown so big.

As she walked downstairs she nearly tripped as they impaired her view. It was getting embarrassing; they kept banging into each other.

She was going to have to find something better to control them. The dogs leapt up as she sat down.

JOURNEY TO THE FUTURE by Jojo Eastern

It was a hot, glorious July day that was to be the most memorable of my life. Everything arranged and paid for. The church ablaze with colourful sweetly perfumed flowers. Our families already happily waiting inside. I would have to leave in minutes. A last look in the mirror, father's anxious call, then I walked carefully down the staircase to his words 'You look beautiful, darling.'

Outside four white horses and carriage awaited to take me on the shortest and best journey of my life, to the church where my husband-to-be was expecting his bride.

Best Journey by Morag Clarke

My best journey was on horseback in New Zealand, when my daughter and I went pony-trekking round the foot of the Franz Josef glacier. We paddled our horses through shallow, rocky streams at the base of the mountain, with the blazing sun glinting off the icy coldness of the glacier, and the lush forested slopes providing a wonderful backdrop to what must be one of the most beautiful places on earth. Why the ice hadn’t melted was quite beyond me, since we were forced to wear factor 50 sun cream. It was quite an awe inspiring ride, best enjoyed at a leisurely pace, and truly, one of the most memorable journeys I have ever been on.

Bad Luck by Morag Clarke

My sister popped into her local newsagents to buy a lottery scratch card, but couldn't find her purse in the depths of her bag. Anxious not to hold up the queue, she ushered the next person forwards, whilst she continued her search. The woman in front of her also bought a scratch card – the very one my sister would have bought, had her purse been to hand.

Imagine her disbelief, when the woman scratched off the ticket to reveal she had won the £5,000 prize. Talk about bad luck. (I told my sister it pays not to gamble, but I don't think she was consoled by that thought.)

LAST WRONGS by Tony Shearman

Becky was lying in hospital knowing she was about to die. Her husband Matt, maintained a constant vigil. His warm tears splashed her face and woke her.

"My darling Matt," she whispered.

"Hush my love." he replied.

"I need to confess something to you before I die." She continued.

"No need, my love." He said affectionately.

"No. No. I must die in peace. I have been unfaithful to you, with your father, brother and Keith, your best friend."

"Hush now Becky, don't torment yourself. I know all about it. Why do you think I poisoned you?"

DARK SECRET PITS by Vincent West

I wanted him to win so badly. The team needed inspiration and Skid Jerome was the young speedway star who could do it. Always mayhem in the pits during races, that was the best time to do the deed. Unseen I crept to his machine then added the solution of propellant to its fuel tank. Skid took his place at the starting line, but looked unsettled, as if something was not quite right. The tapes went up, so did his front wheel and Skid toppled off backwards. But for my selfish act he wouldn't be confined to a wheelchair today.

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