Woohoo! Some lovely writing entries - get reading and get voting! It'll be tough though - they're all amazing!


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The stories were all inspired by one of the pictures posted in THIS thread.

The stories are all copied and pasted as they arrived - this is how they arrived!
One or two may go slightly over the word limit, but I think that's okay. This was a tough challenge!
Also, the pictures weren't always linked with the story, and I was a terrible mod and didn't PM people back to ask them So you'll have to guess which pictures people used!
Which, let's face it, is fun

HERE WE GO!


Without Andrea We're Nothing

"Find yourself another lead singer" said Andrea putting on a black coat her, pink bobble hat and picking up her brown bag and black travelling case. The band hadn't been in the business for very long and Andrea quite often made mistakes during performances, which was usually OK (fans liked it!), but this time it had gone too far: fans started throwing things at them. But this was nothing in comparison to their next gig.
"I can't believe I had to be the one to tell everyone that Andrea wasn't with us anymore", Sharon said angrily "Well you're the one who wanted to do lead vocals", said Caroline. "Only because neither of you two volunteered" yelled Sharon. "Well" said Caroline, her temper rising "I can't do lead vocals for a start, and It would sound weird if Jim did it!" "Thank-you very much" said Jim "but let's not start blaming ourselves, look let's just try and find Andrea and convince her to come back, because without her we're nothing. Agreed? "Agreed!" said Caroline and Sharon together.
The band eventually found Andrea, and back at the hotel they were able to reconcile. "Without you we'd be nothing", Sharon smiled, "welcome back"


My Beautiful Angel

My mind raced. Raced back to that time we were on a high. We’d played to thousands. We sat, relaxed and laughed our heads off. I looked at her. I was so proud. Of her, of us. I knew with four of us it was complete, though she was the treasure that kept us going, the life, the soul.

My mind raced. Raced back to that time, back to that concert, that split second and that moment I looked at her knew. I knew she was the biggest pain in the world, yet the best of all friends. That the special moments and times we shared were the ones to be remembered, the moments of laughter and tears.

My mind raced. Raced back to thoughts of her. And as a blurry vision encompassed me, as I could feel something hot and wet on my cheeks, I snapped back. I snapped back to the real world. The harsh, harsh reality. That the bond of sisters is irreplaceable and that we would never relive, remake the precious times together. I finally accepted the four Corrs were now only in our hearts, as she had left us for a better place. My angel.


The Stranger

"Andrea left the house into a cold winter’s afternoon. It had taken all morning to pack but she had managed to get everything she owned into one small suitcase. She hurried down the road, her world closing in around her. She knew she had to go. She couldn’t stay there knowing what they’d done. Her phone began to ring. It was Sharon. “I can’t be dealing with this right now” she mumbled to herself as she hung up. She carried on down the road. She stopped for a while to think about where it was she was going and what exactly she was running from. No, she wasn’t running, running is for cowards. Her phone buzzed again. This time it was a text. “We didn’t mean it. You weren’t meant to find out like this. Sharon xx” This time the phone met a more sudden end as she threw it into the street and collapsed into tears. A stranger’s voice pierced her cries. “There, there, things’ll be okay...”"


Ten Feet High

Early morning breaks and I’m wandering around in the cold, fresh and slightly humid Dublin air. Those feet seem to run on automatic pilot, leading me to exactly where I need to be. With my thoughts running on rewind I barely notice a passer-by half-tripping over my lagging suitcase. He shoots an accusing look, asking for an apology but my mind is elsewhere. Maybe if… I catch myself playing mind tricks again. Here we go again... I shake my head as if those thoughts could be catapulted out of my mind, on to the streets and be run over by a 4x4 car. If only. –but I don’t want to say it’s over, when I still love you— This tingly, nagging feeling down my spine doesn’t seem to go away. I take a deep sigh and force myself to smile as more passers-by try to catch my eye because they recognize me. The nasal tone of a car horn distracts me from my gloomy mood. There’s my sister, beamingly waving from the driver’s seat urging me to step in the car. I take my hat off. There goes my protective shield. I can’t seem to compose myself and when I finally dare to look into Sharon’s eyes my tears start spilling uncontrollably.


My Two Cents

“Do you wanna go see a movie?” Caroline asked Andrea as they strolled down a Dublin street.
“Sure.” Came her reply, “Any idea what’s on?”
“There’s the new one with Orlando Bloom – let’s not freeze when we see him this time.” She laughed.
“Oh My God!” Andrea gasped, stopping in her tracks and tugging Caroline by the arm, her eyes fixed on the street corner. Caroline’s eyes were directed to the sight that was her brother and sister busking, a hat lying open on the ground.
Both sisters couldn’t contain their giggles.
“This is so embarrassing!” Caroline laughed.
“What are they playing at?” Andrea replied, “Let’s just keep walking and pretend we don’t know them, for a bit of fun” she winked and Caroline nodded in agreement, stopping to pick up a copper coin that had caught her eye. And as the two sisters walked past Sharon and Jim, Andrea looked away, so she would keep a straight face and Caroline dropped the bronze ‘two cent’ coin into the hat – for the sake of a few laughs.
“And you call me stingy!” Jim exclaimed to Sharon with raised eyebrows when their sisters had turned the corner.


The Circle of Love

My mind raced, wondering how I would break the news to him. I subconsciously gripped his hand tighter as each new, worrying, thought enveloped me. I knew that what I was going tot ell him wasn’t that bad, but I always worry for his reaction, because his opinion is the only one that really matters to me. He notices the pensive look on my face and questions me. I lie and tell him I’m thinking about the children, when really I am worrying about his hand stroking mine and soon he will notice that I am not wearing my wedding ring. As soon as the thought crosses my mind he asks if I have forgotten to put it on, but I can’t lie to him again, and I admit that I lost it, with tears welling in my eyes. And although I am feeling disappointment, upset and anger with myself, he feels none of those towards me, only sympathy and comfort, and I am reassured of why I married him.




Remember, vote for just one story. I know it will be hard, but I think because the stories are all so great, we'll end up with a lot of ties if we let people vote for more than one story. There aren't many entries so one vote should be enough.

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