Tag: creative writing
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CULLODEN
Through hard-falling rain a bird, black from beak to tail-tip, swoops and glides, buffeted by wind that swirls around the surrounding mountains. From the elevated height, black beady eyes see across the flat, windswept moor of the valley. In amongst the heather and wild grass the eyes see something unfamiliar. Wings angled to ride on…
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BLACK WIDOW
A shimmering spider’s web. Bright lights that hurt his eyes. A blacked out window. He had resisted her obvious flirtatious advance. He hadn’t recognised her at first wearing an elegant dress with her hair and make-up changed – the dowdy middle-aged woman from the gallery office. He had accepted the drink she offered. She flirted,…
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ROOTS
‘Such beautiful hair. No idea where you get it from.’ Her father smiled down at her, running his fingers through her light natural curls. She sat on his knee looking up at his proud smile and bald head. What a mess she thought, staring in the mirror. Dressed in black, her hair a tangled mess…
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A MORNING STROLL THROUGH A BRITISH TOWN
The snow was turning to slush and melting away, the festive decorations hung limply. The long winter with little to look forward to stretched ahead, like the dark main street at dawn. He liked walking around the town in the early morning. It reminded him of how it used to be. The old shop fronts,…
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LUST FOR LIFE
Waiting for the last rose petal to fall, the end of summer and autumn announced, she could feel the urge rising within her again. Through the latticed window the blood red colour spoke to her. The sun would dip behind the horizon soon. The days were getting shorter. The confinement to her room would soon…
Iain Kelly 