Plymouth
Stories
The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Plymouth or are about Plymouth itself.
Big Sur, California
Author:
Trebot T Loh
of Plymouth
There are motels, small shops and diners, even a post office, but no high-rise buildings or lavish hotels or fast food chains to mar the simple, elegant living among the beautiful scenery.
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Slightly Shattered Ego
Author:
Michael J O'Hanlon
of Plymouth
Unfortunately we were involved in a serious road accident. The driver fell asleep and we went off the road. I went through the windscreen, shattering my jaw, smashing all my teeth and suffering many cuts to my face and body.
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Toby
Author:
Peter E Smith
of Plymouth
We gathered around a table in the dining room and Des and Myrtle started talking about how we met 20 years before at Juba. I had a dog called Toby, who was half Alsatian and half Rhodesian Ridgeback, and that everywhere I went the dog came too.
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Permission
Author:
Michael J O'Hanlon
of Plymouth
Completely ignoring me Diane searched through her handbag for the scrap of paper her auntie had given her the night before. Starting to panic, thinking she had lost it, Diane frantically began to search her pockets. She was getting extremely nervous and it was beginning to show.
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A Slave To Bingo
Author:
Bernard Moorhouse
of Plymouth
I stood still for a moment, but nothing rushed out so I stepped over the threshold directly into the single, ground floor room. It was bitterly cold, the fire in the old Yorkshire range had long since burned out, and lying tidily on the tab rug in front of it was the body of an old woman.
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Bullocks
Author:
Bernard Moorhouse
of Plymouth
I began to wonder if the woman had imagined it all, although the damage to the garden was real enough. I trudged wearily back up the hill, pushing the bike, which was getting heavier by the minute, and knocked at the rear door of the bottom house which backed onto the lane. An elderly man answered.
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Occupational Therapy
Author:
Bernard Moorhouse
of Plymouth
The workman and I used long poles to poke about in the murky water. We knew what we expected to find, and we hoped that we were wrong. When the body surfaced, we both swore aloud. The manager looked as if he wanted to tell us to mind our language. Fool!
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Outstanding Devotion To Duty
Author:
Bernard Moorhouse
of Plymouth
We well-fed rugby players looked at one another with that first prickle of suspicion that bobbies get from time to time. We got out of the van, had a few more words with the two lads, and then looked through the side window of the car, to discover that there was no key in the ignition and that a tangle of wiring was hanging down behind the steering wheel.
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A Case Of Speeding
Author:
Bernard Moorhouse
of Plymouth
Weeks later, when the matter came before the magistrates, Mr Lydford was represented by a local solicitor who first savaged the van driver in the witness box, and then tried the same tricks on me.
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My Red Wheelbarrow
Author:
Alex King
of Plymouth
When I got home I told my mum I had been to my friend Chris's house and she said she had been worried sick and I was never to do that again. My mum hugged me close and cried, her fear stayed with me and I never walked away as far again.
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