Tag: axe
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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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EVE
The monster haunted her every dream. A giant, ten-feet high, with blue glowing eyes and long willowy tendrils. It came for her through the fire and smoke, a vision of Hell surrounded by the dead. She knew why it came for her. It knew she was vulnerable, a victim, an easy target that it could…
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AXING THE SHOW
It was all too much: those young bronzed bodies, those small swimsuits. He just had to get closer. The overhanging tree under which they sought shade provided his opportunity. He slowly shimmied up until he was almost directly above them. Just as he was beginning to admire the view his mobile phone vibrated in his…
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HUNTING SEASON
White gives way to green. Cold to warmth. Life returns. I feel invigorated. Hibernation is over. Fresh blood runs through veins. Months since anyone came through. It’s been lonely recently. I’m eager to entertain. Soon the tourists will return. The young and adventurous. The healthy and vital. The thrillseekers. I’m happy to oblige. The highway…
Iain Kelly 