Tag: creative writing
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BALANCING THE SCALES
One pizza won’t hurt, thought Agnes as she crept down the stairs. She was still waiting to see any results after joining the slimming club. She was racked with guilt when the pizza arrived. The weigh-in was on Friday, she still had time to lose a couple of pounds. A couple of pieces won’t hurt. ***…
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I IS FOR IGLOO
Sand looked out the window of the small twin propeller plane at the fjord landscape passing by below him. As the plane took him further north the weak sunlight dipped below the horizon until it became black. The call had come in while they were questioning Brit Moen at the station. ‘Dag Moen,’ Brit answered…
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H IS FOR HORSE
The chestnut-coloured mare trotted across the field towards them. Sand and Gabi watched the powerful animal until it reached the fence and the rider dismounted. A stable hand met her and led the horse away. Brit Moen walked across the cobbled yard, removing her hat and gloves. Sand tried to match the sophisticated woman in…
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DAHLIA
Dahlia checked her watch again. Half an hour late. It wasn’t unusual for Bjarne. She had told no one about her older man. He had promised her he had told no one either. If her parents found out she was dating a man in his twenties they wouldn’t understand. Families walked round the Viking ship.…
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G IS FOR GATE
Dahlia Larsen hurried through the gate. Her breath froze in white clouds as she crunched through the snow. She lifted the heavy garbage skip lid and threw the black plastic bags of rubbish inside before heading back. Sorrisniva, the igloo hotel in Alta, in the north of Norway, had closed the previous week as the…
Iain Kelly 