Category: creative writing
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ALL SEWN UP
Granny Jess passed away peacefully in her home, surrounded by her family. Sandra, her eldest, had the task of cleaning out the house where Granny had lived on her own for forty years. She took me along. ‘What’s this, Mum?’ I asked. Sandra smiled. ‘That’s your Granny’s old sewing machine.’ ‘Should we keep it?’ My Mum…
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AUTUMNAL FALL
The leaves had turned gold and yellow and still Archie hadn’t finished painting the house. ‘You lazy good-for-nothing,’ Agnes yelled at him as he sat reading the morning paper. ‘I will finish the thing myself.’ Agnes strode out into the crisp morning air. The grass and leaves on the ground were damp from the morning…
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RIVER OF MEMORIES
Nick stood on the bank of the river and tried to drown out the city around him and listen to the flow of the water. He closed his eyes and remembered. ** The sound of Rosie and Finn laughing filled the air as they ran around him. Michelle nestled into his side as they lay amongst…
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HAPPY NEW YEAR
She glanced at her watch again, then out the window at the black sky. From the street below they could hear the crowd counting down. The man tried to shout through the tape over his mouth, jerking his body on the chair he was tied to. 3…2…1… Midnight struck. The first firework soared into the…
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CHILD’S PLAY
The Captain wrestled with the pedals and stick, struggling to get the helicopter back under control. An unknown external force seemed to have taken over the craft. They were swirling in circles. The rotor blades had stalled, there was no point in trying to adjust cyclic or yaw rates now. Outside the large pink and purple brick…
Iain Kelly 