Tag: creative writing
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A MANHATTAN TALE
Rockefeller, the Radio City Music Hall, one block over Fifth Avenue. All the famous sights of midtown Manhattan surround him as he trudges along the street. He’s not interested in any of them. Not this time. When he first arrived he had been taken in by the glitz of the place. Not anymore. Now he…
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BY THE CROSSING
He sits and paints. I look around the room. There are hundreds of paintings. They all show the same bridge. Sometimes in sunshine, sometimes in rain, sometimes covered in snow. Sometimes the water underneath runs high, other times the level is low. In some the colours are bright green and blue, others are grey and…
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MUD PIE MOJO
‘Man, all I want is to eat a Mud Pie Mojo at the Cold Stone Creamery on North Marion Street. I’d give my other damn leg just to get back there.’ ‘You’ll get there. Give it time.’ ‘Easy for you to say.’ ‘Never said it would be easy.’ Rachel felt the scar tissue and the…
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THE BUTTERFLY FARMER
‘That really works?’ I asked pointing at the patterned umbrella. ‘It seems to draw them out.’ ‘Besides from look nice, what do butterflies do anyway?’ ‘They pollinate, they control other insect numbers, they indicate a healthy environment.’ A Red Admiral with it’s black and orange wings fluttered around us. The old lady swooshed her net…
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OLD JANE
595, that’s what Jane had told me right enough. It didn’t figure, her being how I remembered her from school an’ all, and the house I was looking at now. Back then she had lived in this real palatial house, her father was some hot-shot lawyer type. How had she ended up in this dump?…
Iain Kelly 