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Extracts from some essays, stories and plays

ITS SO HOT IN HERE

“I’m sorry it’s so hot in here”. Vaughan exclaimed as they entered his flat on the ground floor of Eden house. Carol took off her coat to reveal a low cut dress showing her ample figure to the delight of Vaughan and retorted “Yes it is rather hot in here how do put up with it being like a sauna cabin, do you have air con”. Yes! Replied Vaughan indicating a contraption about 3 feet high beside his computer desk. He leaned over the desk and picked up the remote and pressed a button to start the motor. The air was cool but not really cold enough to reduce the temperature in the room

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NEIGHBOURS IN LOVE
I hated the late night sales meetings. My area is London yet I have to travel up to Northampton every month for a 6 pm meeting that should last for just two hours. In theory that is but more often than not we don’t get away until 10 pm. On this particular night Our sales manager was delayed in a traffic snarl up on the M1 so did not get to our meeting place until 7 pm and it was 10 30 pm before we were able to go back to our homes. I moved into my small 2-bedroom ground floor flat in Hawk den North London earlier in the year from my home in Somerset to work for Graves and Wilson selling confectionery to the retail trade. I had been the rep for the firm in Somerset for the past 2 years but reorganisation and merger with a larger firm. Wilson became Wilson and Graves and as they already had an established rep in my area I was asked to take over the London area from Bill Turner who had reached retirement age with Wilson and The Graves rep was caught for fiddling sales so was sacked.

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SUPERMARKET PULL

To be honest it was as if the heavens had opened up and every storm cloud was filled to the brim with water. So torrential that even 30 seconds in the storm would have drenched Ivor' and judging by the force of this rain he might almost certainly have sustained serious injury. He waited in the car for almost 10 minutes glancing at the clock in the care it was almost 11pm when he arrived at the supermarket and 12 minutes had elapsed since he had parked the car just a few yards from the entrance. He was not about to risk his life even for a mere 20-yard dash to the store. Shorts and sandals certainly not conducive to the elements. The rain eased to almost a slight drizzle. Safe enough now he thought to proceed with haste into the store. He located a trolley put his £1 coin into the slot slid the trolley out and entered the foyer.

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Diary of a village waif

I was born on January the first 1885 and a much wanted child for my parents. They had been married for 4 years and had almost given up hope when I came into the world a beloved baby girl of 2 pounds and 3 ounces. I was, so I was told a very happy child and when not doing chores would play happily on my own with sticks and stones or with my many friends at school. I was quick to learn and enjoyed reading the books about history, geography mathematics and scientific discovery classics and the bible. Every Sunday in my best clothes I was taken to church. Of course it was compulsory as all the Lord of the manors tenant farmers were instructed to be in church to hear the fire and brimstone preaching of the reverend Andrew D Puller. A white haired man in his late 40s who I was told was the rector of our village church St Andrew's for over 20 years. He was blessed with many children 12 in all age 8 through to 25. He was so absent minded that one day he asked an 11 year old boy “who is your father little chap” He burst into tears and cried “you are” and then ran to his mother