Tag: creative writing
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A PEACEFUL MOMENT
He’d felt like a big kid again riding his bike to the park. He picked up a coffee and a doughnut from the 24-hour drive-through, the only place open that early in the morning. Now he sat and ate them on the picnic table. A couple of ducks sauntered over, pecking around for some crumbs.…
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NEW BEGINNING
Boris looked out of the small barred window. The summer dawn was breaking under a bright pink and golden sky filled with soft clouds. He rubbed his eyes and stretched. He needed to get some sleep but it was not often they were allowed to stay up and watch television through the night. It had…
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SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was right there. But everytime she tried to grab it, something blocked her, like a thin mesh she couldn’t penetrate, dulling her view of the world. She would fall back and begin the long journey again, reaching up through the fog to the light. A…
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BROTHERS
Every Sunday through that summer at eleven they had sat on the same bench, Patrice and his younger brother Henri, waiting while their parents attended church. At five past eleven the fountain would spring into life as the gardener, Hervé, turned it on. Father gave them a toy boat to sail around the pond. On the warmest…
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A VERY BRITISH DAY OUT
‘Authentic Beach Barbecue’ the leaflet had assured them. Archie had his doubts. The nearest beach was at least thirty miles away for a start. Just another anomaly in the zoo that combined as an amusement park. Two pasty-looking teenagers wheeled out trays covered in tinfoil and started unwrapping the precooked food. Agnes perched herself on…
Iain Kelly 