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Life is a compilation of short stories and poetry that will leave you wondering even after you have turned the final page. Poetry: Superstition and fear, love and family, shipwreck and despair, questions and loyalty. Life shows new ways to look at complex minefield of these themes. Scattered between short stories, the poetry reflects on the inner struggles of everyday life. Short stories: Showing a wide breadth of human emotions from our love of the occult to how love is so deep that it spans even the gap of death. How does our past life experiences shape our future selves--find out in 'A letter from the past to the future'. Want to or need to laugh--read about Jay's escapades in 'DIY mishap'. Life will show you how generations view the simple yet complex idea of life. Will you look at life the same way again, or will you see things in a new perspective?

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	29 mai 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528999236
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	2 Mo

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Life
A compilation of short stories and poetry
Zoë Davis
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-05-29
Life About The Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgements Shipwreck A DIY Mishap Family Limerick Love’s Treasure Hunt The Bridge to Nowhere Superstition How to Turn Your Life Around Ghost Academy After We Won the War Why Can’t You See Me? Thirteen The Storm Chasers The Final Frontier
About The Author
Zoë Davis was born in Kingston-upon-Thames, in 1995. She has always enjoyed writing as a hobby and undertook a creative writing course in 2019, which she got a distinction in. Zoë currently works as a teaching assistant in a secondary school. At the weekends, you will find Zoë walking the family dog or just chilling at home with the family.
Dedication
To all my family and friends, who have loved and supported me throughout my endeavours. Thank you from the very bottom of my heart.
Copyright Information ©
Zoë Davis (2020)
The right of Zoë Davis to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorised act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781528999229 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781528999236 (ePub e-book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2020)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
25 Canada Square
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E14 5LQ
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd for taking the chance on me for this, my first publication.
Shipwreck
Starting on an adventure, exploring the unknown,
Here comes the captain, looking worried.
In flames, our maps last night.
Praying, will we see land again?
Water to port, water to starboard,
Rocks and land, pinch me.
Excitement leaves me, I now feel dull.
Call from the crow’s nest, we’ve hit the reef
King Poseidon calls me to the watery depths.

A DIY Mishap
Jay was very excited, today was his trial shift at the DIY store and if he passed this, he would get a job. The manager, Mr Botchit, had been very impressed with his interview and had been mightily impressed with how Jay dealt with a difficult customer. Jay arrived in plenty of time for his shift when Mr Botchit caught him in the staff room and told him to come around to the loading bay at the beginning of his shift.
Flat pack sheds, flat pack sheds, Jay could have cried. If there was one thing he struggled with, it was deciphering flat pack instructions. They were never clear and you always had one or two screws left over. Jay was desperately trying to look as though he knew what to do as Mr Botchit went through the safety instructions with him. He was dimly aware of Mr Botchit waving to him and saying cheerfully, “It’s an easy job; I confidently expect it to only take the morning. Oh, by the way, I’m going to send Bob down, you know the assistant manager, to check in on you in about two hrs. Should be well on your way by then, cheerio.” Jay stood sweating for a few minutes while he tried to calm down and think clearly. It then occurred to him, of course so simple, there was bound to be a video on YouTube. Jay pulled his mobile out of his pocket, unlocked it and no signal. NO SIGNAL? This has never happened before, what was he going to do now?
He used to do DIY with his dad all the time, what was the first thing that they always started with? Think Jay think, of course, unpack the panels, screws etc. and sort into piles. Check to make sure that there are enough screws, what tools would he need, are they included in the pack or will he need to find them separately? Phew, everything was in the pack, excellent. Well, thought Jay, that only took ½ an hou r. He would just nip down to the staff room for a quick cup.
An hour later, Jay was sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by bits of wood, screws and what looked suspiciously like blood (from a nasty cut on Jay’s hand caused by that blasted thing used to turn screws, a screwdriver, yes, yes that screwy twisty thing ). Jay was very miffed already, he had so far managed to attach the side panel to his jacket and acquaint the door with his head. However, Jay wasn’t a quitter and was determined to finish the job at hand. He was nothing if not persistent.
By this point, Bob had made his way down to the loading bay to see how Jay was doing. He was dismayed to report that apart from a lot of banging and crashing, as various panels hit the floor, there wasn’t a lot of progress being made. He did, however, have to admire Jay’s tenacity with the task. Bob decided to make the executive decision to not tell Mr Botchit how badly it was going. Instead, he rather skirted over the progress and focused instead on Jay’s approach to the task; that although he was struggling, he had dogged determination and hadn’t given up. Although, Mr Botchit was rather impressed with the report, he was a little dismayed to learn that progress wasn’t brilliant. He decided to give Jay a few more hours after which he would then go down himself to see how he was doing.
Bob had been listening outside the door as Mr Botchit talked to himself about Jay and his progress. If Mr Botchit was going to wait another few hours, then Bob decided he would give it another half an hour and then go and offer some help. He wanted Jay to succeed and believed that he would make a good addition to the team. Meanwhile, Jay had eventually managed to erect a kind of shed hybrid by having used the door as an edge, an edge as the base and the roof was on upside down, but all of this was the least of Jays worries because he was currently pinned to the floor by the spare edge panel which he had somehow managed to glue to himself and the floor. As Jay struggled to un-stick himself from his current predicament, Bob came down to see how he was doing. As he closed the door, the slight disturbance to the air currents caused Jays latest constructional disaster to come crashing down straight onto Jay’s foot causing him to stifle a few choice statements, for fear of instant sacking once he was unstuck from the floor. Bob had been watching Jay throughout his thought process. He watched in fascination as Jay’s colour had changed from a normal pinkish-tan to deep purple, to a porridge-grey, and it was now slowly returning to a pale pinkish hue.
Bob was unsure about how to unstick Jay from the floor. He checked the bottle, which gave no indication about what to do in the event of having stuck someone to the floor. Even the trusted internet hadn’t answered the elusive question. Eventually, Jay hit upon the idea of setting up four emulsion heaters (you mean immersion heaters) around himself with the view to superheat the glue so that he could prise himself from the floor. The flaw in this plan was, of course, that it would take a good 40 minutes to heat the glue enough to do this successfully. They needed something quicker. Bob suggested that he chisel Jay off of the floor. Jay wasn’t too keen on this idea. Jay suggested that they call Mr Botchit, as it was his brand of glue. Bob squashed that idea rather quickly until all other avenues had been explored.
In the end, they decided to superheat the glue for 20 minutes while Bob rigged up a winch to lever Jay off of the floor. After 10 minutes, Jay was sweating profusely but still couldn’t move too much.