John Wren, The Bakers Son

Fire in Oven

When I woke up, the sun wasn’t up yet. I didn’t hear the coaches screeching, horse hooves clacking or the road sellers shouting. I was woken up by a different…

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New Colours

Autumn Leaves, Bits of Thought, Bernice Zieba

Can you imagine new colours? Colours that do not exist on earth? Colours which are neither red, nor blue, nor yellow, nor any mixture of these main colours? Well, this…

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Water Lilies

Water Lily, Bits of Thought, Bernice Zieba

Whenever Angela looked down from the wooden bridge over the narrow part of the pond and saw the water lilies, it reminded her of holidays in Germany. She had been…

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The Train

Old station clock, Bits of Thought, Bernice Zieba

The screeching noise of the train breaks didn’t make the young woman shudder, unlike the chatting people around her, even though, she had more reason to be frightened than anyone…

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