Category: creative writing
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FREIGHT
Unfamiliar landscape rolled by: flat, parched and empty. The old carriages groaned and squealed, rusted wheels clanking on worn rails. At least he hadn’t had to pay for the experience. Another jarring jolt made him grip tighter. Destination unknown, the freight train did not stop at any stations. It ploughed on unrelentingly. Behind him, his…
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WORN
Back stooped, legs bowed. Face weathered and scored with lines, each one telling a story of a long life. She has lived through a pandemic, the third Great War, the rise of the machines. Still she walks on, unbowed. Her family is long gone: her true love long ago when the disease caught him; her…
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HIDDEN GEM
The jagged edge of a smashed decorative glass hangs in the doorway. A gust catches it, sending it swinging into the wall. Another piece of blue shatters. Progress through the dark house, flashlight highlights: furniture upturned, crockery smashed, cupboards ripped open. Had they found it? Move upstairs, lift the floorboard. Still there, safe and sound.…
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BOOK REVIEW: WE HIDE WHAT WE HATE ABOUT OURSELVES by MELODY FINCH
The Blurb: Annabelle Riley invites you to join her on a rocky journey to happiness, that will make you laugh and cry along the way. Annabelle has discovered that hiding what she hates about herself has caused damage to those she loves most. Behind a sunshine smile, she has been hiding a mental health issue…
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THE DARKNESS
This wasn’t where he belonged. He was comfortable in town, in the narrow, dirty streets and rundown boarding houses. He liked to be among people, even though he despised them. He felt comfort in the crowd. But he had to escape. He could feel the darkness descending again. The need. He wanted to resist it.…
Iain Kelly 