The People's Friend Special
Stuart Johnstone, Editor.
Hello, and welcome to the new issue of “The People’s Friend Special”. As you may know, the “Friend” is based in the north east of Scotland. We do, however, have an office in London and now and again I find myself in the “Big Smoke”. Whenever I am...
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A Killer Performance
H Ehad a voice like a sigh and a way with a song that made women swoon. Gazing out at their adoring faces from the stage of the Oceania, the luxury liner, where he topped the bill, Willoughby Norman marvelled at how far he had come. Yet, regardless of...
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Underneath The Chestnut Tree
WHAT is it?” I asked, as my aunt Alice removed a bulky bubble-wrapped object from her luggage. She’d just returned from a Rhine river cruise and we were in her kitchen, which always smelled deliciously of cinnamon and other spices. “He’s from...
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MAKING ART WITH FOOD!
How artist Prudence Staite is creating magic in the kitchen
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8-PAGE MINI MAG: Killer Edition
YOU’LL need a lanyard and ID,” the man said with a warm smile. “Visit Petra on the third floor. She does HR basics.” Nicole smiled at the man, thankful for the help. She had a job at last, working for “City Speak” magazine. To be honest, it wasn’t...
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Written In The Cards by Pamela Ormondroyd
Bwaved goodbye to the last customer of the morning and locked the door for lunch. She couldn’t get Joe Clarkson out of her head. She had been sure that Joe must have left the area by now and be thriving in pastures new. He’d always been university...
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NEW WRITERS PRIZE RUNNER-UP: Nothing Ever Happens
ALICE’S breath fogged up the rattling window of the bus as she leaned back into her seat. Glad to be out of the rain after a gruelling morning of shopping in town, she had a 15-minute journey home before the happy prospect of a hot cup of tea and a...
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In Good Company
ELLA, wait!” From the corner of her eye, Ella watched her friend Sarah weave through the traffic on the high street. She fought the urge to keep walking and stopped. “Careful,” she said when Sarah reached her side. “You could lose a leg doing...
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