Tag: creative writing
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ELLIE
Ellie struggled along the icy path to the children’s hospital, two full bags in either hand. ‘Morning, Ellie. What are you donating today? More hats?’ Ellie nodded. Bill took the bags from her. ‘Thank you, Ellie. You have a nice Christmas.’ Ellie left silently. Bill handed the bags to Beth. ‘Put these with the rest.’…
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THE OLD DINOSAUR
Herbert smoothed his tie, straightening the silver clip. He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. His audience were several generations younger than he was, dressed in the fashion of the day – casual, loose, untidy. They viewed the old guest lecturer with boredom. They stared at him from behind laptops and tablets, their faces lit…
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ANOTHER YEAR
Back on the usual spot. It’s nice to get out of the dark box in the attic. The first minutes were rough as always – turned upside down, shaken around, played with like a toy, before being settled on the mantelpiece. The youngest is tall enough to reach me now, so I had a couple…
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CLEARING MIST
The mist hung over the fields, obscuring the rising sun which vainly tried to burn the haze away. As the orb rose in the sky, the darkness crept back, revealing the white frosted land. Johnny walked along the slick pavement, the overnight ice frozen to the surface making it treacherous underfoot. The annual work Christmas…
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ORBITAL
Five hours she had been stuck on the orbital road. They had barely moved an inch while the snow continued to fall. The glowing streetlights fought off the encroaching darkness, the car’s heater battled the creeping cold and the radio staved off the loneliness. Some had abandoned their cars and started walking. She had too…
Iain Kelly 