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Each of us is a son or daughter. Most of us are husbands or wives, aunts, uncles, friends, sisters, brothers, colleagues, cousins or neighbours.  Much of who we are and how we interact is defined by these relationships. Do you think that these ties enhance or hinder our existence as human beings? Although we’d like to think [...]

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I woke at 4am, then at 5am, then 7am…Each time, I woke with an ache that filled my whole body. My tee-shirt, soaked in sweat stuck to me and pools of moisture gathered in every bend of my skin. Oh no, I thought, it’s the weekend and a cold is imminent. My breath was laboured [...]

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The travel Gods, it would seem, are against me. For the second time this week, I’ve run into trouble whilst attempting to journey between London and Edinburgh. I arrived early, already checked in with my boarding card in hand. For the first time in months of frequent travel, neither the heels of my shoes, the under-wire of [...]

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As the gauge read 9.26K, I felt smug. I had asked a colleague at work to pick a number between 1 and 10, promising that I’d run that distance tonight in kilometers after he had chosen a number (he chose 9). On my way to the gym, I tripped straight through the doorway at Zara [...]

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When I looked out the kitchen window, there was an ambulance parked outside. Unsure of whether or not they had the right address, my emotions went from panic to relief as I saw Jeff hopping out of the back. He was in his 2nd year of EMT training and had a break. He and his [...]

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There is a challenge for writers that sooner or later we all have to face. How much of yourself do you reveal in your work? How much is truth and to what degree do you edit, amend and omit to protect the individuals that have been active participants in your inspiration? Since many of us [...]

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By the time I got to bed, it was nearly 4am. We had started talking at around 10pm in the bar. Just one drink, is what I had promised myself. He was by all accounts a stranger, yet in that 6 hours I had revealed more about myself than I had to anyone in such [...]

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But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
~ Lord Byron

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As I draw my gaze across the top of the mantle piece, there are items there that say something about me and my home. At the far left, there is a small wooden box. In it, I keep my passport, an expired gym card and a floppy disk whose contents are a long forgotten. Behind [...]

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A friend of mine has been in hospital for the past week. He had surgery on Thursday and although the news is that it was successful, I’m not going to be at ease until I see him for myself and know that he’s ok. Circumstances prevent me from visiting for a while, but I’ve been [...]

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