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Anonymous
This story first appeared in an Australian newspaper on New Year’s Eve, 1977. Efforts have been made to trace the copyright holder without success. We trust that they w...
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By Owen Marshall
The men coming from the railway yards were the first to notice the fat boy. He stood beneath the overhead bridge, among the cars illegally parked there. He had both...
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by Roald Dahl (1916-1990)
The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two ...
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by Ambrose Flack
Word Count: 6366
The first of April came dark and stormy, with silver whips of lightning cracking open the lowering clouds that seemed to skim the treetops. My brot...
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Jonathan Owen
Dear Son,
With you away in your remote outpost, Christmas just won’t be the same, so here’s a parcel of goodies to remind you of home.
The AA sign from Cape Reinga, ...
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30 October 2000
Peter had wanted a Little Brother™ for three Christmases in a row. His favorite TV commercials were the ones that showed just how much fun he would have teaching Lit...