Annette Friar

Joined July 2021

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Bio

I have come late to writing as I've had lots to do and no time to do it!

It's my time now so please be patient as I intend to practise, practise and practise......

Stories (10/0)

Keep Your Thoughts Clean
CHAPTER 1 Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. I had no reason to question or doubt that statement.
By Annette Friar2 years ago in Futurism
Mum
Don't believe when they tell you, I never cared. I desperately wanted to feel your hugs, to hear the pride in your voice
By Annette Friar2 years ago in Poets
Way Back When
I loved my dad. We would spend hours and hours together fishing, walking, playing football. My brother would sometimes join us but more often than not it was just the two of us.
By Annette Friar2 years ago in Horror
Emotionless
I am 53. I have spent most of my life thinking and feeling I don't belong. I have had a traumatic past and I believed my reaction to this past was an increasing ball of traumatic emotions in response to each traumatic event.
By Annette Friar2 years ago in Motivation
Legend, Myth or Dare
The lake had been frozen for years or certainly as far back as I could remember. I had lived in the area from birth and I didn't remember a time when the lake had thawed. It was the ideal way to start a legend or myth and I smiled as I recalled the local legend stretching back years.
By Annette Friar3 years ago in Fiction
Lost In Mind
My mind is locked inside its own cell, Even after years of time it still feels numb. As a child I remember the glory of nature,
By Annette Friar3 years ago in Poets
A Pleasant Surprise
My route to school each day would pass through the estate by the old local library. I'm not sure when the library closed its doors for the last time but I knew it was way before I was born.
By Annette Friar3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden
I woke to the birds calling, the clouds scudding, The air was chilled, the summer passed. It made me smile, my heart felt glad,
By Annette Friar3 years ago in Poets
The Lake
As I pulled my coat tighter around me I could sense the atmosphere was changing. The sun had set hours before and had taken the last remaining warmth from the day. I was determined to sit the night out though. I had thought I had become well prepared but I realised I was never going to be prepared enough.
By Annette Friar3 years ago in Fiction
Last Breath
I'm sitting here watching your chest rise and fall. Each breath is shallow and laboured. I'm not sure how I feel about you going. Dementia is cruel, everybody tells you that but I'm not sure you deserved the get out clause fate dealt you.
By Annette Friar3 years ago in Families

Annette Friar

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Keep Your Thoughts Clean

Mum

Way Back When

Emotionless

Legend, Myth or Dare

Lost In Mind

A Pleasant Surprise

Hidden

The Lake

Last Breath

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