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A night of story-telling from Tales at the Tavern The first Wednesday of each month The Hospital Tavern 176 Whitechapel Rd, London E1 1BJ

credit photos; Minnale_photography A great evening of story-telling, fun laughter and cake.

Elmbridge Literary Competition 2021 Highly Commended Why the Dum tree no longer sings. The Dum is a small round, red, fruit that looks...

I can't forget the whipping stick, whistling as it struck, the sting it gave, like ants that bite and leave a burning pain. a leather...

Inspired by personal experiences of unwillingly being sent from London to live with their father's mother in Antigua. Tales of a life in...

Summer 1976 We had plans my school friend and me. We were going places, doing things, we planned to be rich and famous. She was going to...

I am performing at the festival at 4pm Entry is free

I'm a smart guy, I'm a really smart guy. I'm highly educated - I know words. I'm a very stable genius, like really smart. I have a...

I have always dismissed social networking sites as something for "young people." Personally I have never felt the need to post pictures...

‘It dead?’ asked six year old Desree. ‘It dead, ’ her cousin, Landell, removed the lifeless piglet from its nursing mother. Eleven other...

Christmas, a time for family and friends. Children, boisterous, open presents Santa left, Scattering paper everywhere. Mum looks on and...

At nursery it did not matter that my skin was brown, that my hair was curly. My best friend was called Geoffrey. We sat side by side in...

Long awaited sun arrives. Warm smiles and less attire. All green space topped with bathing bodies, absorbing rays. Drinking lemonade on...

It could have been so different. You could have taught me how to ride a bike, climb tree, make angels in the snow. You could have held my...

I can’t believe I am in a mutual hug with my dead father’s other woman. Well other women may be a bit harsh. Realistically she was his...