Tag: creative writing
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DELIRIOUS

I follow her into the house. I grip the axe tightly with both hands. The door bangs behind me and the cold night air evaporates. It is claustrophobic and dusty and dark. With each step, old floorboards creak. I hear the laughter of a small child. It sounds like my Jasmine, dead these last ten…
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FREIGHT

Unfamiliar landscape rolled by: flat, parched and empty. The old carriages groaned and squealed, rusted wheels clanking on worn rails. At least he hadn’t had to pay for the experience. Another jarring jolt made him grip tighter. Destination unknown, the freight train did not stop at any stations. It ploughed on unrelentingly. Behind him, his…


