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Echoes of Memories: A Journey Through Time

Follow the unfolding tale of a war photographer, haunted by the echoes of his past, as a torn photograph leads him on a journey that intertwines with a pair of baby shoes, a broken bottle, and more. Rusty hand saw in hand, he embarks on a quest for truth, encountering unexpected twists and turns. As he navigates through memories marked by a "no smoking" sign and an oxygen tank, the story reveals layers of emotion and resilience. Will the guitar pick and fishing rod hold the key to unraveling the mysteries of the past, or will the partially deflated basketball symbolize lost opportunities? Join this captivating narrative that transcends time and space, resonating with themes of love, loss, and hope.

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Echoes of Memories: A Journey Through Time

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  1. Write the opening of a story that involves ALL of these things (yes ALL!) • A pair of baby shoes • A torn photograph • A broken bottle • A guitar pick • A rusty hand saw • A “no smoking” sign • An oxygen tank • A partially deflated basketball • A fishing rod Write it as an “A, B, C…” story: your first sentence starts with, “A”, your next a word starting with “B” and so on … Remember – double space your writing – write on every second line!

  2. War Photographer Carol Ann Duffy

  3. In his darkroom he is finally alonewith spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.The only light is red and softly glows,as though this were a church and hea priest preparing to intone a Mass.Belfast. Beirut. Phnom Penh. All flesh is grass. He has a job to do. Solutions slop in traysbeneath his hands which did not tremble thenthough seem to now. Rural England. Home againto ordinary pain which simple weather can dispel,to fields which don't explode beneath the feetof running children in a nightmare heat.

  4. Something is happening. A stranger's featuresfaintly start to twist before his eyes,a half-formed ghost. He remembers the criesof this man's wife, how he sought approvalwithout words to do what someone mustand how the blood stained into foreign dust. A hundred agonies in black-and-whitefrom which his editor will pick out five or sixfor Sunday's supplement. The reader's eyeballs prickwith tears between bath and pre-lunch beers.From aeroplane he stares impassively at wherehe earns a living and they do not care.

  5. Valentine By Carol Ann Duffy

  6. Not a red rose or a satin heart.I give you an onion.It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.It promises lightlike the careful undressing of love.Here. It will blind you with tears like a lover.It will make your reflectiona wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful.Not a cute card or a kissogram.

  7. I give you an onion.Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,possessive and faithfulas we are,for as long as we are.Take it.Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,if you like.Lethal.Its scent will cling to your fingers,cling to your knife.

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