Andy

Andy

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Writer and Deputy Editor for IP1 magazine.

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Location: Ipswich

Website: http://about.me/edit/andrewtipp

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Join Date: 19/10/2007

Last Login: 07/11/2011

Comments: 16

Profile Views: 1793

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The old man looked across the canyon into the melting golden-ember heavens of the dying afternoon. He paused for breath and glanced at the boy and the donkey. He sighed. For the last seven years the man had accompanied the boy on the monthly…
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The Travellers, Th…
It is a searing July afternoon. I am fourteen-years-old, staring out of the cracked and dusty classroom window. Outside the air is thick with pollen, dried earth and freshly cut grass. Honey-ember sunlight and tree shadows dance playfully upon the…
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The Road Taken
The memories from the crash came back to me fragmented and distorted. I saw glimpses of sparks, a rhythmic orange glow and blinding fluorescent figures illuminated by dazzling headlights. I heard the groan of twisted metal, the voices of strangers…
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A Heart Junction
The scaly leviathans were barely twenty yards away. I watched as they devoured bone, fat and sinewy flesh, churning the water into a dark brown-red foam. Gingerly, I eased back into the dense, wet foliage, peering out at the alligators as they mercilessly…
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The River
Fisher lay awake on the bed, a portrait of restlessness within the sleek metallic bed frame. Agitated and sleepless, he perspired heavily in the humidity. His body, lit in the darkness by thin columns of moonlight through the parted blinds, lay sprawled…
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Against The Tide
The wedding of Bongani to his wife Lebo marked the joining of the humble but widely respected Mphalele and Bapela families. White flags hung up outside the house of the bride informed the townspeople that two young people were to wed and that everyone…
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The Gift
It is a few hours before Demetri is due to arrive and Sofia is walking through her father’s vineyard. The signs of neglect are evident everywhere, from the empty fountain to the rusted wheelbarrow and the broken windows. The endless stretching…
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Hide and Seek
The camp had burned long into the night. Smoke filled the heavens like a swarm of locusts. Swirling white ash and cinder idly fell from the sky and settled on the ground like snowflakes. On the morning after the attack Eliki and his family…
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