Tag: creative writing
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THE GUARDIAN
The minister finished the eulogy. Quiet, soft piano music faded up and filled the hush. A low electronic hum started, the wheels of the conveyor gradually turning. He was supposed to have protected him. That was his job, to be the rock, the guardian against all that the world could throw at them. He had…
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THE KING’S HEIR
They found him lying between the petals of the ornamental pink flower that was the centrepiece of the fountain. A little too much consumed at the masked ball. Nymphs and faeries ruled the gardens that night, dancing in the shadows created by the fireworks. He had been in good humour, blessing all with goodwill, even…
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THE PAINTED LADY
He was drunk. He had to admit it. Not slightly inebriated or a bit tipsy, but flat out drunk. There would be trouble when he got home. In his mind he rehearsed the route he would take from the front door to the bedroom – probably via the bathroom – and the movements he would…
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BLINDSIDED
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don’t care, I’m along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge…
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THE DANCE
‘Yer gonna be late,’ his ma shouted at him from the kitchen. ‘Ahm jist tryin’ tae get masel’ lookin’ right, ma,’ he called back. ‘It’s too late fer that, son,’ she replied, ‘about fifteen years too late.’ She didn’t understand, this was the night he would ask Justine. He should have done it before now.…
Iain Kelly 