I felt a new energy. My sore feet and back didn’t seem to matter now. I felt the happiest that I had felt, possibly ever. As I marched, I thought of all the stories I was going to tell my brother, all the things that I had suffered on my own without a sympathetic ear. […]
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Adrift

Rosey Brown

PUBLISHED ON: 22/10/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

Empty Houses The next week it is stormy; the week after, it snows, but the week after that, Clover is ready to show me the abandoned houses where we c …

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Me, I’m Like Legend, I Am

Dewi Heald

PUBLISHED ON: 22/10/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

‘Stop! Where do you go?’ shouted Tom at the sound. A woman came into view, pacing up the hillside with a large backpack strapped behind her. She wore …

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Water, Water, Nowhere

Heledd Williams

PUBLISHED ON: 22/10/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

Mattie tried to remain composed while she faced the IriScan, keeping her features relaxed so the pigment algorithm of her irises could be analysed. It …

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The Chosen

Thomas Pitts

PUBLISHED ON: 22/10/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

Leah’s father sighed and shook the reins. Twenty-year-old Leah, next to him in the one-horse buggy, looked up from her Gospel book. She knew that bein …

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The Word

JL George

PUBLISHED ON: 22/10/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

‘This one,’ hisses Jonno, and I follow him through the gap in the hedge. Twigs tear at my clothing and it isn’t quite wide enough, so I have to drop m …

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Never Never Land: Peter Goulding on Climbing the Slate Quarries of Snowdonia

Peter Goulding

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

Lee and I walk out of the campsite and down the hill, past small sheepfields towards the village, a row of terrace houses reaches up. The slope of the …

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Abel Thomas and Sons Butter Merchants Ltd

Elizabeth Griffiths

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

‘The Abel family had business in its blood.’ So writes DJ Williams of my mother’s forbears in his deeply felt memoir of nineteenth-century Carmarthens …

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Jynx Torquilla

Marilyn Barlow

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

One week was all it took. We had put in an offer. it was accepted and in three months, the smallholding with its trees was ours. By then we had realis …

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Hawks of Dust and Wine

Sarah Tanburn

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/19

CATEGORY: Fiction

My parents lived in an old farmhouse in Brycheiniog. From our sitting room you could see the hills rolling away. The sun lit a different field, the ne …

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