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A WHISPER
Autumn had arrived. The windows were covered in early morning condensation as the cold air outside met the warm heated air of his apartment. He pulled the blanket round his shoulders and stared at the murky grey dawn. A child’s laughter, like a whisper on the breeze, echoed round the quiet room. Through the hazy…
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A TRUE SCOTSMAN
‘Bagpipes aren’t even a Scottish invention.’ ‘But they are the Scottish instrument.’ ‘No one in Scotland goes around dressed in kilts.’ ‘No-one?’ ‘Okay, the odd bloke might, but he smells of whiskey and urine and people steer clear of him.’ ‘The American tourists love this stuff.’ ‘Do you really think Scots wear tartan everyday?’ ‘I’ve…
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THE NEW FRONTIER
Dust blew over the barren landscape. Tumbleweed rolled through the desert and piled up on the side of the buildings. The buildings made up the main street, the only street, of Cody, Wyoming. Outside the saloon, Jensen swept the wooden decking. As soon as the brush removed a layer of sand, the wind blew a…
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THE BEGINNING OF A REVOLUTION
Mist rolled down the hillside into the base of the valley where the small hamlet lay. Silence ruled as the hanging shroud dampened any sound. Then, cutting through the atmosphere, a clear, sharp repeated noise emerged. ‘Slap, slap, slap’ footsteps against the rock path descending the slope. It was joined by another, louder noise. A…
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NEMESIS AND THE BEAUTY QUEEN
She checked behind her. The dilapidated shack stood there. She looked back at the mirror. The shack was reflected in it. The mirror seemed to work as a mirror should. She bent down and peered into, her breath clouded the smooth surface, but still the mirror did not show her reflection. She pinched herself, poked…
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Iain Kelly 