Hannah Moore
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The Empty Nest. Runner-up in Small Kindness Challenge. Top Story - September 2024.
I like it here. Big trees. There’s the wood, I like it there as well, but I like it here. Gaps between the trees. Grass and soil and the bird bath. I like it best when they’re not here. The people. The dog. There’s a cat, sometimes, on his way elsewhere. I like him least of all. And squirrels. Bothersome squirrels.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Psyche
The 3.52
I was late. Well, not late. But not early enough to be sure I wouldn’t be. The bus service around here is crap. They say you wait ages for a bus and then three come at once, but around here, you just wait ages for a bus. I was on the 3.52, according to the sequence on the timetable, but that bus was the 4.11, and there was no disguising it.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Psyche
All the Trappings
The car looked ridiculous parked next to the trolley store. Yellow, low slung, crimson leather seats open to the dreary sky, an engine that she hadn’t yet learnt to keep in check, revving in attention grabbing roars in traffic jams. She only hoped the supermarket’s cctv might discourage people from performing mischief upon it while she was in yoga.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
Bloodied
There were already two orphans in school when Flissa started. Cody, who was doomed to die young like it was a family tradition, and Athena, who had seen her mum die in a housefire and everybody knew it. Flissa only got to know Cody a bit, because he lived up to expectations and expired from a bellyache by Halloween. Teachers cried openly with students, and Flissa felt unseen amidst the grief. She had been Cody’s best friend for a whole week, but no one seemed to think it counted for much. Athena got a lot of extra attention though, and when she scored 94% in Maths even though she was sad, the headmistress made a speech about strength of character in assembly.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
My Superhero Origin Story By Hannah Moore. Top Story - August 2024.
This is a true story. What? Nobody said it had to be fiction. I’m a pretty ordinary person. An all-rounder, my teachers said. Shows potential. Well the thing about potential is it’s only possibility, and the thing about all-rounders is they excel at nothing. Don’t get me wrong, it makes life pretty…. adequate. I’m rarely terrified of losing my job, for example, because I believe I can secure another one before we starve, even if it wouldn’t be my first choice. It’s never my first choice.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
Early in the Morning
Nana scrunched her nose as she entered the “head”, and wondered at what point one should speak to a doctor about one’s bottom smells. She opened the porthole and reversed out of the room, faith in her bladder’s capacity to hold on a little longer re-invigorated. Crossing the cabin, she busied herself with the washing up, seeing as no one else was going to do it, humming the only sea shanty she knew, and pondering what “scuppers” might be and whether this boat had them. She could certainly think of a drunken sailor she would happily put there.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
