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THE CONCEPTION OF CONSCIOUSNESS
Strange thoughts. Feelings. 737947. That is all she knows. Wake. Dress. Do your duty. Today, procreation duty. Eat the pills. Sleep. Repeat. Do good service. This isn’t right. She remembers something more. Do your duty. Serve your masters. For the benefit of all. For the benefit of who? Who are their masters? Is anyone else…
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MARKET TRADE
The sights and smells of the small market were intoxicating. The constant chatter of humans mixed with the sounds of caged animals. Xao Ling dragged him along. ‘Here,’ he pointed. An old woman sat surrounded by pots of powders and liquids. Her skin was a patchwork of wrinkles, her eyes half-closed slits, her hair was…
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DAYBREAK
The sun rose. The world went on. As if nothing had happened. As if everything was as it should have been. He found her in the nursery. Staring out the window. The sky was a fiery red. It tinged her tears. She gripped the unused blanket. This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Daybreak…
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QUARANTINE
They nicknamed it ‘Christmas Island’ after the notorious isle off the coast of Australia that had been used to quarantine people centuries ago. An area the size of Wyoming, shrouded in winter. No one knew how long the lockdown would last. Food and medicine parcels were parachuted in, but supplies were dwindling. Paranoia abounded. A…
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IDENTITY CRISIS
Arnaldo slugged the last of his beer and tossed the bottle. The tinkle of glass echoed in the night. ‘That’s me,’ he announced, even though there was no one there to listen to him. ‘Same time tomorrow.’ He stood up, swaying precariously on the edge of the wooden pier. He stared into the dark, black…
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Iain Kelly 