Category: THE ADVENT STORIES
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Advent Story #17 | Truth Hurts
‘Mrs Walden there is someone is here to see you.’ Celeste, the maid, informs Josephine who has been in her library avoiding the world outside of it and reminiscing on old times. Emerson stands in the doorway and Josephine’s face dawns with knowing. ‘Aunty Josephine, we need to talk.’ Aunty Josephine not aunty Jojo like…
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Advent Story #16 | Rogue Children
‘I still cannot reach any of them.’ Tristan buries his head in his hands. Three days and not a word from his children. They’d left a note for him saying they had some errands to run and wouldn’t be back for some time, but that they would be in touch soon. He’d called Rellie, Zainab,…
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Advent Story #15 | Villagers with Secrets
‘My favourite taste tester. Buongiorno.’ Marinella calls from the small kitchen behind the counter where she is setting up for the day. ‘Buongiorno. Come Va?’ ‘Bene.’ ‘What lovely flavours do you have for me today?’ ‘I am going to convert you to Mint chocolate.’ ‘Ew.’ Ife made a face because Marinella knows how much she…
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Advent Story #14 | Where’s Mrs Walden
THE CASE FOR IFE WALDEN – Blythe Gunta Twelve days ago, I broke the story about infidelity in the Waldens Marriage, and we have not seen or heard from the woman in the eye of the storm since the story broke. I would go so far as to say Ife Walden is one of those…
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Advent Story #13 | St Margaret’s Hope
Zachary is nursing a glass of beer, sat by the window of this small town on the edge of the world it seems, it is cold, colder than a witch’s tit as the saying goes, there is snow on the ground, and he has never been more bundled up in his life before. Puffer jacket,…
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Advent Story #12 | Market Day
‘What are you making cara?’ Ife looked frazzled, she’d been standing at the stall for ten minutes trying to decide, getting distracted by all the food on display, half of them she did not know what they were meant to do in food. How she wished she’d paid attention when her mother tried to teach…
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Advent Story #11 | I Can’t Help Falling In Love…
‘You’re not driving back tonight, are you?’ Hendrix asked Ife as she continued typing on her laptop, engrossed in whatever she was doing. He’d been watching her for most of the time, working away in her own world sat in the corner. She would on occasion crease her brows, mutter something then go back to…
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Advent Story #10 | Mothers and Their Secrets
The chauffeur pulls into the driveway, safe behind the gates where the mob of reporters vied for blood and what photo they can grab from the comings and goings of the Richmond home of Ife and Tristan. Josephine Walden lets herself out of the back seat beating the chauffeur to it, and the front door…
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Advent Story #9 | Girls Walks Into A Bar
When Ife walked into the pub, she knew she was where she ought to be, far away from Uni on the other side of the country. Far away from her worries and the pressures from her mother and her incessant phone calls and their arguments. She’d had enough and wanted to fall off the face…