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No Reservations Required
by DaniellaM
Julian was perched on the edge of the chair. Bent forward, elbows on his thighs, clammy hands clasped together, he stared at the floor. One knee bounced rhythmically. The elegant chair was barely able to contain his wiry awkwardness. He trembled,...
- Mar, 30 2015
- Fiction Realistic Fiction
The Sceptic Turned...
by DaniellaM
I watch her peek out from the wings. She reads us, plots. She pulls herself up, paints on a false smile, and strides quickly across to centre stage. Looking upwards and out into her audience, she’s all open arms and ‘look at me!’ We applaud...
- Mar, 30 2015
- Fiction Realistic Fiction