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Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label short story. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Pain is the Spur — short story by Gladys Hobson (G B Hobson)

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Pain is the Spur Freda read the damning remarks written with the appraiser’s red pen, which had been applied — with a generosi...
Friday, July 20, 2012

The Seeds of Ammon — short story by G B Hobson

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The Seeds of Ammon by G B Hobson The Seeds of Ammon came in the night from the deserts of Egypt, borne on air currents to fa...
Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Short story — Trixie Avenged by Gladys Hobson

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Trixie Avenged, a story taken from my book, Still Waters Run Deep, stories of hidden depths. Introduction Ulverston’s Gill Footpath is a be...
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Gladys Hobson
Everything about my early life can be found in my illustrated book of childhood memories: When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in RED BOXES. Read the first two chapters at: www.magpiesnestpublishing.co.uk I also have my novels and anthologies on that site. I trained as a dress designer. Later turned to teaching. Took early retirement to train for church ministry. For the last eight years a full time writer. Personal experiences and settings tend to pop up in my stories! All my academic qualifications have been achieved in my middle and later years — as happened with most working-class achievers of my generation. I try to keep a sense of humour in all aspects of life. I can laugh at myself and at oldie jokes. But I wish the media would put less emphasis on faculties lost in old age (cause for laughter) and more on the wisdom gained. We old biddies do know a thing or two!
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