Category: Short Story
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HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS
In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her. ‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown,…
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BEST LAID PLANS
Yvegeny Shiskin sat in the imposing corridor. He dabbed his forehead to remove sweat and adjusted his spectacles. The chief had been with the President for an hour. Yvegeny wondered how his report was being received. He nervously fingered his copy of it. His entire life’s work. Now the time had come. The years of…
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THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!
Lights flashed, music blared. ‘Julie is thirty-five, works in a shop and has a second job as a waitress. She doesn’t have the time to meet Mr. Right. Will she find him tonight? Let’s start The Tunnel of Love!’ The audience bayed along. Lights dimmed, tension music. Julie took two tentative steps along the curved tunnel. Loud claxon, red lights. The…
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FALLEN TREE
There was a time when my father stood strong. Through any storm his branches protected us. His roots anchored us to the land. His trunk solid and unbending against history. Now the turmoil of time has taken its toll. That once great man lies now broken. Torn down by years of war and violence. Now…
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A ROYAL FEAST (aka EAT YOUR VEGETABLES)
Gefjun brought the feast to the table. Her husband, Skjöldr, son of Odin, sat silently in his anger. ‘Thank you for this offering, mother,’ said Fridleif as the plate was laid before him. ‘Eat well, Fridleif.’ Gefjun took her place beside her son and looked at Skjöldr. ‘Can I eat now?’ spoke the Norse king. ‘Not yet, father.…
Iain Kelly 