Tag: creative writing
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SNAKE EYES
Hank pulled at the collar that was irritating his neck. He felt the clammy sweat on his skin. What had happened to the air conditioning in here? The Stickman offered him the bowl with five dice in it. Hank reached out and selected two. He held them tightly in his moist fist. His turn as…
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TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD
The power saw sliced through the panel at the wrong angle. ‘Dammit.’ The latest mishap during the garage renovation. The myna bird laughed. Definitely a laugh this time. Three days it had perched, mocking his every calamity. ‘Funny, is it?’ he asked. The yellow beak cachinnated. He put some seed in his hand. The myna…
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ISN’T IT ALWAYS
Jean-Louis watched the person in the water. He had piloted his small coal barge for thirty years, travelling back and forth along the canal between Arles and For-Sur-Mer on the coast. The canal was straight, had only one lock, and passed through farmland and a nature reserve. It was unusual to see anyone on the paths alongside…
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MISTAKEN IDENTITY
James stood against the railing, feeling refreshed in his tuxedo. It had been an arduous fortnight. Tomorrow, disembark at Alexandria, then a plane ride back home to London. A woman approached, dressed in an elegant ballgown. ‘Join me?’ she asked, offering a flute of champagne. A boy ran between them and vomited over the side…
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LOVE
‘Fifty-nine dead. Five hundred injured.’ Hannah says it more to herself than anyone else. ‘Terrorists again?’ the young girl playing on the floor asks her. ‘Just a man with a gun.’ ‘It’s never going to stop, is it, Mum?’ ‘It hasn’t stopped since time began. All this violence toward each other,’ she shakes her head.…
Iain Kelly 