Tag: creative writing
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THE WAIT
They wait. Rain starts to fall, umbrellas unfurl. The leaves overhead are golden-brown, autumnal. It seems appropriate. The mood is patient. They’ve waited this long, what’s another hour or two? Most are elderly. The young can’t stand around like this, they have to keep moving, keep hustling, to get through the day. A shuffle forward,…
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A MURMUR
He watched the black mass moving through the dawn sky. Backlit by the sun’s orange-yellow glow, the sweeping and swooping birds danced in uniformity. It was, he mused, a stunning example of the beauty that could be found in the world. But not for him. For him, beauty in life had ended. There was only…
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50/50
Todd cursed himself. He inched out further. The frame and glass creaked. He froze. He peered down, trying to make out the room below. It definitely wasn’t Lacey’s bedroom. She had told him the skylight on the left. Only now did he realise he didn’t know if that was left as he faced the house,…
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THE CONTRACT
Sitting in the cafe with a view of the Houses of Parliament, he double-checked the decoded message. A simple cipher using ‘The Ambassadors’ by Henry James – the numbers referred to the pages of the book, the first letter of the third line on each page combined to give the location. He had it right.…
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POISED
In the dark shadows he lurked. It was time. His natural state was a recluse, satisfied with his own company, content to live in the world of his imagination. He did not need the companionship or support of others. But now the strange creature was poised to reveal himself and his work, to offer up…
Iain Kelly 