Walsall
Stories
The following stories were submitted to our sister website, toowrite.com. They were written by people from Walsall or are about Walsall itself.
Once Bitten...
Author:
John Lester
of Walsall
The hall was empty and the door to the kitchen quarters closed. The dog was probably locked away, I thought, but I still made a very cautious entry.
Read the full story here
Killing Time
Author:
John Lester
of Walsall
We went our separate ways later and I think both of us forgot who really owned the watch. It stayed with me when I went into the army to do my National Service and but for an accident I might have it still.
Read the full story here
Sacrifices
Author:
Heather Broadhurst
of Walsall
I then asked them to help me put him in the recovery position and tried to stem the flow of blood from his injury with the sweatshirt. By the time the police arrived he had stopped breathing and all attempts to revive him failed...he had died in my arms.
Read the full story here
Of Ordnance And Paradise
Author:
Ray Thursfield
of Walsall
I didn't like the idea of a new ship with only about another six months to do, (it was in fact a year), so I made myself a bit of a nuisance in the draft office begging to be allowed to rejoin my old ship which was now in Trieste.
Read the full story here
The Gap
Author:
D J Harvey
of Walsall
I am sure that my downfall started with my new found wealth and my discovering ways of spending it. At this time the pub was the place to be and I must confess that I spent more than my fair share of time in it drinking to excess.
Read the full story here
Gone
Author:
D J Harvey
of Walsall
As with the dreams that I have and knowing what happens to the really good ones that I am sure to remember, I should have known better. I can't remember a thing about my story.
Read the full story here
Little Mister Baggy Britches
Author:
June Hendon
of Walsall
I can't remember what I sang, but anyway it wasn't deemed worthy enough to warrant inclusion in the show. Normally, I would have accepted such a decision meekly. Not this time. I, after all, had home advantage. I would have a solo. It was probably my mum's jam sandwiches that persuaded Pat and Erica to indulge me.
Read the full story here
The Most Memorable Holiday Ever
Author:
Richey James
of Walsall
The best holidays were the ones you took as a kid, I always think, and even though this one ended in total disaster, it was special in its own way. Maybe I’ve romanticised it, but there are details that are very vivid – they stick out in my mind like bent nails in a plank of wood.
Read the full story here
My Life as a Ghostbuster
Author:
Richey James
of Walsall
Ghostbusters is, after all, ostensibly a comedy. Incidentally, don’t judge my parents too harshly. They weren’t to know, and it is a PG. They bought me a pirate copy of Robocop in 1988, when I was seven, and I’ve never caused crime or death of any kind, although I do swear more than I should.
Read the full story here
The First Cut Is The Deepest
Author:
Richey James
of Walsall
The year I left primary school was terrifying. By the time I reached top year at junior school, I knew my place in the world. I was an important kid, and that’s no lie. I played trumpet. I aced every test. I was all set to take the eleven plus, but the school bottled out and so I was set for the local comprehensive.
Read the full story here