Stories You Can't Put Down

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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Jazz at South Bridge

Sandy had been a paratrooper; he then applied to join and was accepted by the S.A.S. They trained him and trained him. The training had been uncomfortable, harsh. On many occasions he had thought himself about to go mad or to die. But it was necessary. All his own personality had been drained out of... Sign in to see full entry.

Josie

JOSIE Josie was on the beach at Brean. It was the beginning of spring; the horrible cold frosty nights had ended, and she was warm enough. She pulled her old leather coat closely around her and sat down. Sea mist was rising out of the incoming tide, and through the mist she could see Wales across... Sign in to see full entry.

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