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M for Mossie

invalid@example.com (tirial) — Wed, 26 Jul 2023 09:00:15 +0000

Prologue
RAF base, North Yorkshire
2016

“Sir, if you are ready, do you think you can avoid losing your temper this time?” Station Commander Wilkins nodded as the nurse looked at him severely.

“Yes. I’ll be fine.” He took a breath, straightened his jacket and walked back into the room. Sitting down as the nurse entered behind him and closed the door, he looked at the room’s other occupant and sighed.

“Kelly, we would like to help you but we can’t unless you...

M for Mossie

Project [Redacted]

invalid@example.com (tirial) — Fri, 30 Mar 2018 07:02:43 +0000

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Date: 13th September 2010

1.0 Introduction

You have requested that I discuss details on one of my past projects, but remove all classified or NDA'd information. I have therefore chosen to present on Project Redacted.

The original aims of redacted are:

confidential
confidential
and, most importantly, highly confidential

I became involved with redacted on...

Project [Redacted]

Guidelines

invalid@example.com (Bookangel) — Thu, 22 Mar 2018 14:15:00 +0000

Guidelines:

Scribblings is for sharing your fiction and original articles.
It must be your original content or you must confirm to the boards that you have permission to repost.
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For professional authors, be aware that work published here may count as using up first rights and put off publishers if you want to sell it later....

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Monday!

invalid@example.com (jessica) — Thu, 22 Mar 2018 08:16:24 +0000

Snow on ground
Steam mists the window
Ahh! coffee

(Guess where I am!)

Mrs Frange's Hydrangeas

invalid@example.com (tirial) — Thu, 08 Mar 2018 20:56:51 +0000

You can't grow red hydrangeas on clay, they said, as the gossip spread round the neighbourhood. Yet no one said this to Mrs Frange, and her scarlet Hydrangea borders bloomed bright every year. Every year the village garden judges came by, and every year they asked her how she did it. Mrs Frange just smiled and said they didn't need to know, and every year she won.

The neighbours talked among themselves, but they said nothing to her. It would only have upset her. When she was burgled,...

Mrs Frange's Hydrangeas