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Welcome to our Local Stories pages of the BubbleBook. We want to hear all your stories about the Formby area....Ghost Stories, Crime Stories, Funny Stories, Emotional Stories, whether they are fact or fiction, we want to know about them. Stories will be published right here in the Formby BubbleBook and will remain here forever for anyone to read. A fantastic opportunity for any writers of fact or fiction to put pen to paper and become a part of your local history. Theres only one rule....The story must be based in Formby or be about Formby or be written by someone in Formby.
Its easy to submit a story, just email it to us at: info@formbybubble.com along with your name, address and telephone number. By submitting your story to Formby Bubble you are giving us the rights to publish it on our website.
We will try our best to get it published as soon as we can.
December 24, 2018
A seasoned store security guard, he locked on to her as soon as she walked in. Well you don't want her sort in a respectable store, do you. Lowers the tone and up to no good, he was sure. He'd seen any number of 'em, sly thieving lot. He let her get half way down the first aisle, then padded surprisingly lightly after her.
The store was busy and the child small and skinny; he...
February 7, 2016
A short story from Heather Davies of Formby Writers Group
Happy Valentine Day to Elsie....
Elsie watched as the postman walked past her front door. It was Valentine’s Day – he should have stopped and posted a card through her letterbox. Tears came down her cheeks and there was sadness surrounding her for the rest of the day. For forty years she had received a card. Always a...
December 16, 2015
A seasoned store security guard, he locked on to her as soon as she walked in. Well you don't want her sort in a respectable store, do you. Lowers the tone and up to no good, he was sure. He'd seen any number of 'em, sly thieving lot. He let her get half way down the first aisle, then padded surprisingly lightly after her.
The store was busy and the child small and skinny; h...
November 17, 2015
Here is a one hundred word short story submitted by Formby Writers’ Group.....
One Hundred Today...
One hundered years. Joe lived alone and managed well. Everyone said so.
How come?
Joe listened to ghost voices: his mother saying, 'Waste not, want not.' 'A place for everything . . .' 'Cleanliness is next to Godliness.' And his father saying, 'You take care of the pence and the...