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THE ATTIC BY THE SEA
Exercise from a creative writing course I recently completed: Imagine a beach. On the beach is a door that leads to an attic. You go into the attic. Write about what you find there. THE ATTIC BY THE SEA The attic was bare. The floorboards rough and uneven. As I walked across…
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THE LAST FLOWERS
Eight in the morning and she was still the only one there. She wasn’t surprised. It had been three weeks now. Still Evie felt she had to come. She hunched down against the concrete pillar, protecting her from the unceasing wind. At least it wasn’t raining today. The surface of…
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THERE WILL BE HOPE
Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere. Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future…
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JIMMY
He sat facing the door of the bar. The bar was typical for this part of town. A couple of regulars were propped up on stools at opposite ends. They drank in silence and consistently. The bartender knew them well enough to keep their drinks topped up without being asked.…
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Iain Kelly 