Bringing Painting to Life. Sunday Scribbles 2018, Week 7 (Festival) #shortstory #sunscribbles

As the next few paintings were revealed his father scribbled notes in his notebook but made no comments aloud. Finally, he stopped in front of a canvas in the middle of the stage. When he read the artists name he sucked in a breath and turned wide eyes on Greg.

Greg smiled a wobbly smile and waved. His father grimaced.

‘The artist has courage to enter such a competition, but it’s no where near the standard we’d expect,’ the hooked nose woman said.

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Beyond Repair. Sunday Scribbles 2018, Week 3. (Repair) #flashfiction #sunscribbles

Adam sighed and slipped through the open door of the library. It was deserted this time of day. The students had left long ago, and the harassed looking teachers he passed in the corridor ignored his polite greetings in favour of books and coffee. It was a posh prep school, and the lot of them had their noses in the air. No time for a repair man. 

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When you’re invisible, it’s easy to run. Sunday Scribbles 2018, Week 2. (Invisible) #shortstory #sunscribbles

Benedict sighed and ran a hand through his hair. ‘No. I suppose it isn’t… But around here, what else is there?’

Aurelia took the soup off the fire and heaved it onto the counter. ‘Nothing. We’re nobodies. Invisible. Our lives belong to our masters. We don’t get to love, learn, leave the city or make our own lives.’

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Sunday Scribbles Week 50: Mum’s not here this Christmas #sunscribbles

Lily nodded and thrust a present into my hands. We took turns opening them, me in sullen silence and Lily with all the enthusiasm of… Well, a six year old. Stuffed animals. Puzzles. Games. A watch decorated with colourful characters. Mum had spoiled Lily this year. Not me. All I got were mums old car keys, booked driving lessons for when I turned seventeen, and a notebook eerily similar to the one Lily had with an identical inscription.

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