Category: Friday Fictioneers
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WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?
It doesn’t seem that long ago. The place hasn’t changed, but you have. We used to come here as a family and you ran around the cobbled street and dashed in and out of the old shops and took a trip on the old trams and we had lunch in the cafe and watched the…
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BURN OUT
The people burn. Bright flames of white heat in the darkness. They are everywhere, surrounding him, closing in. He shrinks back, covering his face with his hands, cowering in the depths of his own black mind. Make them stop. Make them stop. Faces crowd him. Searing orbs. Skulls with eyes of deep black emptiness. They…
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DELIRIOUS
I follow her into the house. I grip the axe tightly with both hands. The door bangs behind me and the cold night air evaporates. It is claustrophobic and dusty and dark. With each step, old floorboards creak. I hear the laughter of a small child. It sounds like my Jasmine, dead these last ten…
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A TALE OF TWO WORLDS
Palm trees and bright lights and smiling people. The glamour. The glitz. The full Hollywood razzmatazz. Over-turned cars and burning fires and desperate people. The injustice. The violence. The full social unrest. Cameras clicking and flashbulbs sparking and the crowd cheers. The gowns. The radiant idols. The elite on show. Cameras clicking and flashbulbs sparking…
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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…
Iain Kelly 