Category: creative writing
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A SUDDEN CHILL
The polling station was about to close. The queue stretched round the corner, at least five hundred people. Some had been there all day. ‘Technical difficulties’ the returning officer for the district had said on the radio. They weren’t the only one. Across the country there had been reports of similar incidents. It didn’t take…
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HERE’S LOOKIN’ AT YOU, KID
‘We’ve checked everywhere, Sam, it ain’t here,’ said Ruth. I dropped the sledgehammer. ‘Alright Gutman, where is it?’ ‘I told you. Ask Cairo. He knows, not me.’ ‘Cairo’s dead. So’s Archer. You’re responsible. Now cough up the statue.’ ‘Poor Mr. Spade. You’re nothing but a clueless gumshoe.’ ‘The Falcon, where is it?’ I aimed the…
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CHRISTMAS IN SASKATCHEWAN
Heavy snow from the north was sweeping in, the wind was scooping it up and swirling it into a blizzard. He reached the door and was blown inside, a flurry of white accompanying him indoors. The heat thawed him. He shook off his heavy jacket and slipped out of his boots. He put the extra…
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SHIMMER ON THE SEA
The sun broke through the clouds. Another day at sea ahead. By tomorrow they would have reached port at Smuggler’s Cove. The Captain had promised shore leave of a week. He planned to spend most of it in the tavern in the centre of town. They each had a few gold crowns to spend, the…
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A LITTLE FESTIVE EXCESS
‘Room for one more?’ Hank slurred cheerily, lifting his wide posterior into the small bus. He crammed into a seat. The driver jumped out into the traffic, angry horns blared. Kaleidoscopic lights blurred. Sudden stops. Chaotic traffic. Sweat and body odour. He felt the beer sloshing around in his stomach. A little excess again, but…
Iain Kelly 