Swindon
Stories
The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Swindon or are about Swindon itself.
I allowed my baby to be Murdered
Author:
Jan Andersen
of Swindon
How could I possibly give birth to a child under those circumstances? How would I ever be able to tell my child that he or she had been conceived not through love, but through a violent act that was an imprisonable offence?
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A Family Man
Author:
Frances Bevan
of Swindon
Harry's letter duly arrived, his own branch of the family meticulously filled in with the names of his children and grandchildren, nieces and nephews and their children; my dad's branch of the family remained incomplete except for ''Patrick - drowned''.
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On Your Bike!
Author:
Judith Cranswick
of Swindon
I eventually mastered the art of changing gear, turning 90 degree corners, stopping and, not least, controlling my panic as the thing took off down the slope on the bridge over the dual carriageway. The tumbles became less frequent and I learnt to live with the sore bottom and aching knees. Amsterdam here we come!
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Time After Time?
Author:
Laura Kerry
of Swindon
I was cordially invited to attend the sit down dinner (formal wear) and buffet disco (casual wear) in the old school hall. How quaint.
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Baby Makes Three
Author:
Laura Kerry
of Swindon
A few whispered "Mums" and an almighty wack on the door later, I heard Mum's slippered steps and within minutes she was fully dressed and at the door, handbag on arm, tutting impatiently.
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"Here's Our Graham, With A Quick Reminder..."
Author:
Laura Kerry
of Swindon
Now, you are all nodding your head in agreement and I hear a general cry of "I hear ya girlfriend!" - but before you delve too deeply into your bag of misfit men, let me whisk you up a few more words.
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Over The Bonnet
Author:
Jessica Grant
of Swindon
Thoughts were racing through my head at the speed of light. Everything was happening so fast, too fast for me to handle. I started to cry again, but my memory lapses there. The rest is just a blur. Hospital beds and white-coated doctors float in and out of my mind when I think back to that traumatic event, but apart from that my mind is just blank from that point on.
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The Joys Of A Foreign Country
Author:
Jessica Grant
of Swindon
I was drifting off to sleep when I heard an almighty explosion from further down the street. The house shook and the lights and TV went out. I could hear my brothers crying in their bedroom. I was terrified, all I wanted to do was curl up and cry, waiting for my mum to come home. But I couldn't, I had to be strong. I was the big sister, the protector of anything daring enough to touch my brothers.
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What A Plane Ol' Disaster
Author:
Jessica Grant
of Swindon
A young girl of only nine stood on the other side of the gate, non-travellers weren't allowed to pass through the gates of hell. She watched through teary eyes as her father stood at the window, not letting her sadness get the better of her. She refused to give into the tears threatening to stream down her face. She stood clutching her mother's hand, a deep feeling of emotional pain throbbing in her heart. That girl was I.
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So You Want To Be A Childminder
Author:
Sara Rose
of Swindon
they are moving to another country and won't be able to do child minding. Oh yes and they are buying a pit bull terrier, the mind boggles...
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