Category: Stories
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Through The Eyes of a Child
One more story. One more story. One more story. Please. PLEASE. I’ve already read you 3 or 4 stories already and its late. What time is it now ? Story time daddy. I’m tired. Sleep Time. Good night. Another story. Another story. Well, maybe I’ll tell you one.
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Medicine Woman
He bent over in pain. He tried to turn away from her. But she saw him. And it began again. Like gunshots , her taunts echoed across the room. “Got tightness in the chest, have you?” “Getting hardening of the arteries are you?” “Starting to die are you?” Like a bolt from a crossbow, he…
Andrew Whalan
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What Will I be When I Grow Up?
“What will I be when I grow up ?” asked Johnson. “Whatever you want to be, dear”, said Mum. “But I want to know what I’ll be before I grow up”, said Johnson insistently. “How can I know that?” thought Mum. “Let’s just see what happens!”, she thought. “Well, you could be a carpenter”,…
Andrew Whalan
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What Will I be When I Grow Up ?
“What will I be when I grow up ?” asked Johnson. “Whatever you want to be, dear”, said Mum. “But I want to know what I’ll be before I grow up”, said Johnson insistently. “How can I know that?” thought Mum. “Let’s just see what happens!”, she thought. “Well, you could be a carpenter”,…
Andrew Whalan
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Racism : The Double Standard
Strewth! Stone the flaming crows! It’s bloody hard to be a racist in this country or what? I mean just the other day I was listening to the radio. And one of those shock jocks and his politician mate was sayin’ stuff about those illegals that come here by boat ‘cos they want to take…
Andrew Whalan
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Pickles Is Dead (A Children’s Imaginary Friend)
The phone is buzzing. In my state of near-sleep, I don’t know if it is the alarm or a phone call. (Mental note: Change phone alarm tone). I scrabble at the phone on the bedside table and just grab it before it falls. I realise it’s a phone call, press the green phone button, and……
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Casting The Last Stone
Two figures walk down a street holding hands. It is a cool day, a crystal blue sky and no clouds in the sky and the air is crisp. A light touch of cold signals that winter is coming. Soon snow will blanket everything. One figure is smaller and holds the others hand tightly. The…
Andrew Whalan
Andrew James Whalan 