Tag: creative writing
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THE WORST NUCLEAR BUNKER IN THE WORLD
October 28th 1962, the town of Midwest, Wyoming, USA. ‘But why clothes pegs?’ ‘Very useful things, you never know when you might need one.’ Jack looked again at the selection of jars and packets on the shelves. ‘It doesn’t seem like much. Wouldn’t we need to stay underground for months or years?’ Victor sighed. ‘It’s…
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CLASS REUNION
It had seemed like a good idea when James phoned and suggested getting the old gang together and spending a weekend at Crickley Hall, his estate in the countryside. Now we all sat in the cold next to David, crouched down in the heather, as he waited to get the perfect photograph of a wild grouse. We’d…
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A SUMMER IN CRETE
After they had not made love they did not go to sleep. Nor did they talk. They lay side-by-side on the bed in silence. It was not an awkward silence. It was the silence that exists between two people who have become comfortable and unhappy with one another. The sounds of the Cretan night drifted…
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EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT
Archie wandered round Dr. Sun Yat Sen’s Classical Chinese Garden. He caught up with Agnes by the lake. ‘Isn’t it wonderful?’ she said. Archie grunted. ‘Shouldn’t we be getting back to the hotel?’ he asked. ‘We’ve plenty of time.’ she replied. ‘It doesn’t seem very Canadian to me.’ ‘It’s ancient Chinese culture.’ ‘It was built…
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GLASGOW
I sit and watch the murky waters of the River Clyde slide by, polluted and dark. The wind whistles down the river under the Kingston Bridge, the traffic overhead relentlessly gridlocked. A runner passes by along the new walkway, struggling against the strong breeze. Across the water another monstrosity of 1960’s architecture is being torn down.…
Iain Kelly 