Category: Fiction
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THE OPPRESSED
The rain poured down. It was freezing. We stood around waiting. There came the fanfare and we all looked towards the balcony. He appeared, his arm raised, a smile on his face. He was surrounded by acolytes, the same people who had days ago been denouncing him on all media outlets. ‘Hail to the King!…
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THE TRITE MESSAGE OF CHRISTMAS
10.57 – Pitch Meeting. Christmas Marketing Strategy for a leading supermarket. ‘Right, let’s hear your ideas.’ ‘A time to be with loved ones, especially this year.’ ‘A bit obvious.’ ‘Great food. Good times.’ ‘Very trite.’ ”Helping You Save Their Christmas’. You know, the parents are superheroes saving it for the kids.’ ‘Stealing Santa’s thunder a…
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BLACK WIDOW
She had spent the entire afternoon lying in the sun. She had chosen her most provocative bikini, the one that left little to the imagination. Her long, bronze legs shimmered. When she lay on her front she undid the strings of her top and let them fall to the side. She had seen him watching…
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A MINOR FAULT
‘An unrecoverable error has occurred’. That didn’t look good. The blue screen of death appeared in front of her. ‘Do you wish to reboot? Y/N.’ She hovered over the two keys. This was typical. First shift after almost two thousand years of waiting. Letting him do it all, not being trusted, watching him make mistake…
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DEMOCRACY
They wrangled back and forth. Neither would accept the result. We waited for violence to escalate. In the end, Saskia won and Scooby-Doo went on. Dad would have to watch the football later. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Wrangle. Click on the link to read more stories…
Iain Kelly 