Category: creative writing
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REBUILDING
The new Buckingham Palace looked exactly like the old one had from the air. The last remnants of the construction site had almost gone, only a large fence remained, to be removed before the official opening next week. The pilot brought the Boeing 787 Dreamliner round in another long circle over the city as he waited…
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BEACHCOMBING
Returning to the porch of his ramshackle beach hut, he looked at the shelves filled with his collection of driftwood, shells, coral and flotsam and jetsam. In the two remaining spaces he placed the latest additions from his morning walk along the sand. The severed foot sat nicely in the smaller space, and he managed to bend…
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IN FULL BLOOM
Archie slowly creaked his way up the ladder with the garden shears and began pruning back the large, pink rhododendron bushes. ‘Morning, Mr. Williams.’ It was Rose, the teenage daughter from next door. ‘Morning, Rose,’ Archie called after her. He’d known her since she was a cheeky five year old tomboy. Now he looked at…
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LIFE SENTENCE
The prisoner hung the bird feeder back on it’s hook and looked to the sky. No sign of them yet, but he knew they would come. The birds were the only visitors he got now. Over the years his friends had stopped coming, either through choice or because they had passed away. He hadn’t seen…
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SHADOWS FROM THE PAST
Frankie stood waiting in the dark gloom. He pulled his jacket collar up as the cold air bit into his face. Looking across the black river there was a concert on at the new hall which was lit up in luminous red, pink and orange. The sweeping lights cast colourful shadows that reflected on the water and…
Iain Kelly 