Tag: creative writing
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SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME
Stumbling through the thick, wet undergrowth she tripped on a protruding root and landed on her front. Another barrage of scrapes and cuts lined her face, hands and knees. Her clothes were tattered. She had no idea how long she had been running for. She pulled herself to her feet. Which way? She tried listening…
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SACRIFICE TO THE GODS
‘Run through the checklist.’ ‘Okay. The ceremony must take place in a grand altar.’ They look round the baroque dome and nod at each other. ‘Check.’ ‘Six golden urns placed in a circle atop six poles.’ ‘Check.’ ‘Attire of purple cloaks to worship royalty and their wealth.’ They look sheepishly at the garish cloaks they…
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THERE’S ALWAYS A BIGGER FISH
‘Where is he?’ Rupert was becoming hysterical. ‘I told you, he’s probably just hiding in the pirate ship, maybe he’s found some treasure.’ Hurry up Marc, she pleaded. She could tell when Rupert was about to have one of his anxiety attacks, one of the many results of his Asperger’s. Until now the fish had…
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ARTISTIC IMPROVISATION
The curator scratched her head, while the museum porters waited for her decision. ‘Well, remove it of leave it?’ the surly head porter demanded. They looked at the knotted tree branches atop the wicker chairs. She honestly couldn’t remember if it had been there before or not. The Museum of Rural Life in Lumberton, North…
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A GLIMMER IN THE DARKNESS
I like to sit up here and watch the dawn. That first flicker, the unsteady fragile glint of sunlight peaking over the horizon. It means that a hundred and fifty million kilometres away, the searing ball of gas is still glowing, emanating warmth and light towards us. One day someone may sit in my place…
Iain Kelly 