Tag: creative writing
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AVENUE OF PEACE
And now the light at the end of the avenue calls, the journey almost complete. At one end, back that way, new seeds are growing, young saplings stretching from the earth to which I must return. Once young myself, I have walked the avenue of my life until the end. There have been mistakes along…
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NEW BOOTS
Seeing him sitting by the road she felt she had to do something. His boots were gaffer-taped around the toes. A few doors along was a shoe shop. He smiled and followed her. The staff in the store were her only hope now, the only witnesses to have seen them. Would he like a hot meal…
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PROVIDENCE
He was taken aback, seeing it suspended from the ceiling among the other examples of World War II fighters. The aeroplane had been dredged up from the English Channel, where it had sat undisturbed on the sea bed for forty years. The bullet holes that had ripped open the fuselage and destroyed the engine had…
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THE ELEPHANT’S ARSE
‘This, ladies and gentlemen, is the new exhibit I am most proud of.’ The group of dignitaries, sponsors and critics gathered round, those at the back craning their necks to get a clearer view. Hans Schiedt was extremely proud of the natural life museum he had been brought in to reinvigorate. The old building had…
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ROCKFALL
They had stood there for centuries. As long as anyone could remember the three boulders had sat on the ledge overlooking the small hamlet. That night rain had lashed the hillside, thunder had rumbled and lightning had lit the dark sky. No one had heard anything apart from the howling wind. It was the farmers,…
Iain Kelly 