Category: Sunday Photo Fiction
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RESTLESS SPIRIT
Tap, tap, tap. Dr. Henry Folkestone watched as Abubakar put down his instruments and looked back at the expedition leader. Together the put their shoulders against the huge rectangular boulder and heaved. Gradually the ancient stone moved, the sandstone scraped along the floor. Dust and dirt swirled in the fetid air. This was the moment Henry…
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THE GATES OF HELL (via CHARLTON)
‘You’re sure this is the right place?’ Norman looked at the grey concrete structure. ‘It’s just so very, well, ordinary.’ ‘What were you expecting?’ the sprite asked. ‘Perhaps a swirling vortex of doom, or an army of raging demons. At the very least a ferryman with a boat.’ ‘You read too much fiction,’ the sprite…
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SNOW DAY FOR A CONTRACT KILLER
The official advice was not to travel unless absolutely necessary. Ordinarily he wasn’t one to listen to official advice, he wouldn’t have much of a career if he followed the rules. But heading out to work today, when no one else had left their houses, when there were no other cars on the road, when…
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PATHFINDER
Finally he came upon a path. He had no idea how long he had been wandering lost in the forest. At first he had stumbled blindly, with no sense of direction. Then slowly, gradually, he had begun to figure out a way to get through the tangled web of roots and foliage and trees. Now…
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LIVING IT UP AT THE HOTEL INFERNO
Frank opened his door, bleary-eyed, towel over shoulder, wash bag in hand. The queue for the bathroom stretched down the corridor, the usual faces. He nodded to a few as he walked past and reached the end of the line. Hot cobbles burned the souls of his feet, singeing the flesh. Others swayed from side-to-side…
Iain Kelly 