The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Nottingham or are about Nottingham itself.
It's Good To Mourn
Author:
David Brailsford
of Nottingham
Before the gathering could respond, I was swept away by a tidal wave of pent up emotions. I fell to the floor and shrieking like banshee, crawled like a baby to a corner and lay in a foetal position, sobbing hysterically and calling out David's name.
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A Night to Forget
Author:
Sue Watson
of Nottingham
I arrived at the scene to be threatened and told it would be me next. How intimidating is that? I was torn between anger at what they had done and fear of retribution.
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Mediterranean Paradise
Author:
Stephen Collishaw
of Nottingham
One morning a letter arrived from the Spanish authorities. We poured over it with our dictionary. Straining at each word, slowly building up the sentences, a picture began to emerge. Maria had one month to leave the country.
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Remember Paula?
Author:
Shelley Fitt
of Nottingham
While we are talking, there are several very nasty glares, accompanying muffled, snide comments, from various women. Paula explains: ''If anyone says anything to you, about talking to me, it's because they don't like what I do.''
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First time flyer...
Author:
Shelley Fitt
of Nottingham
I'm on the plane and my heart is fluttering with excitement. The pilot begins to speak and I now know that we're going to Amsterdam...
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Mother India
Author:
Janice Fox
of Nottingham
It made me tremble to think that my mother had met Gandhi, had entertained him on a visit to the village. Her memories of him were of a modest, ordinary man who had the ability to suddenly laugh with you, and whose power had been felt after he had left.
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Living with a Curse
Author:
Maurice Holms
of Nottingham
I wore cotton gloves. They didn't stop the scratching; they only made my hands sweat. I tied my hands together: unsuccessful. Like a prisoner I tied my hands to the bedposts only to find the next morning I had rubbed my face on the pillow.
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The Gift Exchange
Author:
J A Marriot
of Nottingham
Certainly, to say that I would have been disappointed to receive a bunch of half-dead dandelions from anyone, would be an understatement. But then adults were an unfathomable species and so easily pleased.
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Teacher Called Me A Guttersnipe
Author:
Joan Mary Fulford
of Nottingham
I attacked her and threw her out of the French windows, which fortunately were open. My teacher called me a ''guttersnipe''. I was sent to stand under the dome until the headmistress called me into her room.
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The Curse
Author:
Joan Mary Fulford
of Nottingham
Bereavement came without warning. It was a bright sunny Saturday; I had gone to Momma's as usual. She was standing at the window. I knew something was wrong.
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