Tag: creative writing
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FRIGHT NIGHT
‘You want to go through the woods? Are you nuts?’ ‘You think because it’s Halloween something bad will happen?’ Sam laughed and walked ahead. Amy followed his torchlight. Clouds drifted across the sky blocking out the moonlight. ‘You never saw the Blair Witch Project?’ she shouted after Sam. ‘I did,’ he called back. ‘Terrible movie.’…
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GOOD AND BAD DO EXIST
Good and bad do exist, but rarely are they black and white. The man was guilty of murder. Samson had no qualms about arresting him – the law was the law – but was he a bad man? He had reacted the way most fathers would. An abused child is a bad thing. One less…
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DRESSING UP
She should love it: the one night of the year she could really be herself. She could wear the full uniform with pride. The black pointy hat, the black corset and flowing skirt, the striped stockings and uncomfortable clogs. She could take the old broomstick, consigned to the indignity of sweeping floors for the rest…
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TIDAL WAVES
Hands in her pockets, Elizabeth looked down from the top of the cliffs. The tide had receded gradually over the afternoon, revealing the seaweed-covered rocks, sand and pebbles of the seabed. The memory of the place was burned into her mind after ten years of constantly returning. The erosion of the waves hadn’t changed the…
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A MEMORABLE MOMENT
Archie stood contemplating the winter sun set. ‘What a lovely moment,’ Archie sighed. ‘If you say so,’ said Agnes, shivering and stamping her cold feet. ‘Can we go now?’ ‘We could just cross the river here rather than walking all the way back to the bridge,’ Archie suggested. The water level was low. Before Agnes…
Iain Kelly 