The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Bristol or are about Bristol itself.
Early Sensations
Author:
Maureen Warner
of Bristol
Many dark nights I was awoken by the eerie moan of the warning sound. Mum wrapped me in a warm coat. We ran to the brick shelter at the end of the garden.
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Splash
Author:
Ray Wilson
of Bristol
As he broke precariously free of the water I saw that his other arm was hanging low under tension, gripping an immature forearm, from which hung the limp and unclothed body of a small, blue drowned child.
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Super Heroes
Author:
Craig Trembirth
of Bath
People are too quick to rubbish things that they cannot control and we have become cynical towards events that cannot be explained and reproduced by the human hand.
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Losing on Penalties
Author:
Trevor Coombs
of Bristol
Still, I would soon be home and away from all this. In a day or two I'd be in my own bed away from insects and hotels. The room, with its dirty windows blocking the last of the dim winter sunshine, depressed me so much that I decided to leave for the airport at first light.
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Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, Myalgic Encephalomyelitis
Author:
Trevor Coombs
of Bristol
And it's something to do with the hard wearing institutional chairs, rushing their contents into the consulting rooms. Chairs where, like myself just half an hour ago, blissfully ignorant and healthy people sit before The Bad News.
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I Suppose You Will Have To Know
Author:
Jean Nelson
of Bristol
Girls should not spend much time reading, doing homework but must help with household tasks, talk nicely, and sew. I began to know a different kind of poverty to that already ascribed to me; it seemed that girls were supposed to be poor in knowledge, poor in worldly achievements.
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Mistaken Identity
Author:
Anne Lumber
of Bristol
I don't recognise the woman but not wanting to let my mum down held this poor woman's hand. Well she looks up and begins to breathe really deeply on the oxygen!
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A Change Of Career
Author:
Maureen Warner
of Bristol
However my career as a Nursery Nurse in hospital was not always so sad. A nine-year-old incontinent boy from a neurological hospital was often admitted with chest infections. He was extraordinarily strong. It took two domestics, two student nurses and myself to ''enjoy'' a messy mealtime. Bath time was no different, and we were wet and worn out afterwards.
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Intrigue In Cadiz
Author:
Maureen Warner
of Bristol
Anyway, without a second thought, I stood up and shifted round to another chair. As I did so, from the corner of my eye, a swift movement caught my attention. Turning my head, I saw "Moustache", as we had christened him, glaring at me in a most unfriendly manner, his right hand thrust rigidly into his gun pocket. His whole stance bespoke violence of the most unpleasant kind.
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Travels With My Angst And Others
Author:
Jean Burnett
of Bristol
I imagined myself careering around the byways of England in an open top car, my hair blowing in the wind like Toad in The Wind in The Willows. Poop! Poop!
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