Tag: class
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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 […]
Iain Kelly
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A FANTASY
‘…the castle was saved and the dragon was slain.’ The boy finished reading and looked up. ‘Very good, Michaels. Back to your seat. Right, who’s next? Hines?’ Freddy stood up nervously, fumbling his jotter, and made his way to the front of the class. ‘We haven’t got all day, boy. Start reading.’ ‘Yes sir,’ Freddy […]
Iain Kelly
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TICK-TOCK
‘Tick-tock, tick-tock,’ went the clock. ‘Time’s up! Time’s up!’ cried the People. ‘No more! No more!’ chanted the Poor. Save me! Save me!’ weeped the Earth. ‘Me Too! Me Too!’ screamed the Victims. Louder and louder the voices grew. Higher and higher the echos reached. Some of the Powerful fell on the sword of justice. […]
Iain Kelly
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REALITY TV
The television crew followed them through the narrow hallway and into the small lounge. ‘Welcome to my humble abode,’ Maggie opened her arms with a winning smile. The camera caught the look of disgust on Lady Carrington’s face as she surveyed the room. Ashtrays filled with cigarette stubs, used tissues and dirty plates littered every […]
Iain Kelly
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THE NEW KING
He looked down upon his ragtag army of waifs and strays, born and reared in the streets, just like him. Now they had organisation and purpose. No longer fighting among themselves, no longer squabbling over meagre scraps. He had brought them together, united against their common enemy. From the rooftop he looked at the skyline […]
Iain Kelly