Tag: ADVENT STORIES ’23
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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 #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…
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Advent Story #8 | This Damn Morning
Hendrix was having a pisser of a morning that continued from the night before and it had nothing at all to do with a wild night spent in a woman’s bed, something he hasn’t done in over two decades, or from a hangover after a late one with the guys, something he did once a…
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Advent Story #7 – Heart of Glass and Ice
‘Dad we need to talk.’ Francis has been following the story of his daughter’s unravelling life, he did not expect to hear from her, they have not spoken in twenty years, since she refused his offer to walk her down the aisle. Despite her position in the company their paths hardly ever cross and when…
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Advent Story #6 | Into the Woods
There is a gentle knock on Ife’s door, something she is not expecting, because she is not expecting anyone. Besides, no one knows her here, although she has made friends with Valentina the ice cream shop owner, she does not know where she lives. She answers anyway. ‘Bonasera.’ ‘Bonasera.’ It is not the ice-cream shop…
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Advent Story 4 – Ice Cream for Breakfast
It has been four days since she blew up her life and Ife has not gotten out of bed, except to bathe and change from one cashmere set to another. The wind rustles outside her windows, and she burrows further into the bed, beneath the duvet. This house is cold. Are Italians allergic to heating?…
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Advent Stories | #1 – Secrets. We All Have Them
Ife started to breathe easy as soon as the plane was in the air, well, easy is putting it lightly because take off is her least favourite part of flying. However, in relation to everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, she is breathing easy. Her life had been blown to bits and…