Tag: creative writing
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THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE

He was sweating. His back ached. His arms couldn’t carry the heavy parcel much further along the pedestrianised street. 4300, 4301, 4302… Almost there. He didn’t think about the walk back to the start of the street that awaited. His car was parked outside house No.1. 4376. He had made it. He dropped the parcel…
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EVERYTHING BUT THE KITCHEN SINK

‘How about this… Americans harnessed electricity,…’ ‘Yes, very good, Mr. President.’ ‘…we split the atom…’ ‘Well, sir, technically that was a New Zealander.’ ‘…we gave the world the telephone…’ ‘That was a Scotsman, Sir’ ‘…and the internet…’ ‘Tim Berners-Lee was an Englishman working in Switzerland.’ ‘…we settled the Wild West…’ ‘Maybe don’t highlight our record…
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DREAMING OF HEATHER

The bed sheets are damp with sweat. The muggy, warm air offers no relief. I unwrap myself and lie on top of the duvet. This weather has to break soon. It isn’t just the close atmosphere that has made me sweat. I had been dreaming of her again. Vague images of my dream come back…

