Tag: creative writing
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LETTER OF DESTRUCTION
It was a beautiful morning. The sunshine streamed in through the window. The flowers were in full bloom and gladdened her heart. Dolores put on her favourite lace dress and took care over her make-up and hair. Today, Thomas was expected back and she was sure he would come with a proposal. Then Matilda had brought…
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SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT
Harry read the specifications. Another Call Centre office block. Thirty years as an architect and he was churning out steel and glass cuboids. He drew a rectangle. He added a main door in the middle of it. He added oblong walls. More uninspired right angles and straight lines. He sighed and stared out his square…
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BEST FORGOTTEN
Lillian stared at the incongruous door. Why had it been added to the old stone entrance? Why the rusty chain in front of it? She ran back to her father. ‘If there is a door, why does there need to be a chain?’ she asked. Her father looked down at her. ‘So that no one gets…
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HIGH SOCIETY
I cornered Sheila next to her cheap display cabinet in the living room, noticing that she hadn’t bothered to hide her tacky glass ornaments despite hosting the annual neighbourhood fireworks party. ‘Exactly when did it change from being a fancy dress party?’ I asked her, raising an eyebrow to indicate the ridiculous small witches’ hat…
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OPENING NIGHT
A deep breath. I hear the chatter from the audience settle as the auditorium lights dim. The expectant silence. I grip the neck of my cello tightly and close my eyes. Visualise. Breathe. I see the endless hours of practice. Fingers bleeding. The encouraging smile of my father and mother. The exasperated berating of my…
Iain Kelly 