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BURN OUT
The people burn. Bright flames of white heat in the darkness. They are everywhere, surrounding him, closing in. He shrinks back, covering his face with his hands, cowering in the depths of his own black mind. Make them stop. Make them stop. Faces crowd him. Searing orbs. Skulls with eyes of deep black emptiness. They…
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CROSS OR CRESCENT
A cross or a crescent, why did it matter? The blood was always red, it ran the same no matter where they sent her. The victims needed the same things no matter what banner flew over their camps. Some chose to find offence in the cross, some in the crescent. All either symbolised was their…
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DELIRIOUS
I follow her into the house. I grip the axe tightly with both hands. The door bangs behind me and the cold night air evaporates. It is claustrophobic and dusty and dark. With each step, old floorboards creak. I hear the laughter of a small child. It sounds like my Jasmine, dead these last ten…
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CLOUDED JUDGEMENT
I stood in front of the bench. The sentencing judge peered down at me with a look of disgust. ‘Do you have anything to say in mitigation before sentencing?’ he asked. My solicitor had advised me against saying anything: ‘Just accept the punishment. You were found guilty. The judge will frown upon excuses.’ But I…
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A TALE OF TWO WORLDS
Palm trees and bright lights and smiling people. The glamour. The glitz. The full Hollywood razzmatazz. Over-turned cars and burning fires and desperate people. The injustice. The violence. The full social unrest. Cameras clicking and flashbulbs sparking and the crowd cheers. The gowns. The radiant idols. The elite on show. Cameras clicking and flashbulbs sparking…
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Iain Kelly 