Category: creative writing
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BLOODHOUND LAW
The steamboat Yellowstone sat at the dock. The new boat for the American Fur Company was due to depart up the Mississippi later that day. Grafton Edgefield looked out between wooden planks. He hadn’t eaten since he’d arrived in St. Louis three days ago. His clothes were in pieces, his bare feet shredded. He’d avoided the slave…
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RAIN DELAYS PLAY
Bob tapped in on the 9th green. Level par halfway round. The children packed off to their grandparents, a romantic weekend ahead with Helen and a quiet round of golf while she finished up at work. This was the life. As he teed off on the 10th the sunshine faded. Bob looked up. The clear…
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RANCH HOUSE
Mum looked down at the table. ‘What do you mean you’re gay?’ The old rancher looked at his son. ‘I mean I’m gay, Dad.’ ‘Well, when did you decide this?’ ‘I didn’t decide, Dad, it’s just who I am.’ They ate the rest of Sunday dinner in silence. Jack had only vegetable soup, while his…
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ALL AT SEA
Archie lay on his bunk. His stomach lurched with each swell of the Atlantic Ocean beneath. He peered out from under the duvet. Agnes stood at the table, resplendent in her best dress and velvet gloves, preparing another gin. ‘Do you think you’ll make the ball later on?’ she asked. Archie groaned. ‘No dear. You…
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AMAZONIA
5th July 1592 We continue to follow De Orellana. The river seems to be endless. It has been seven months since we set out. Today we were attacked by a group of savages. Without a common language took us for enemies. They hurled sharpened rocks as we fled back to the boat. It was not the men that…
Iain Kelly 