Tag: Friday Fictioneers
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WAR CRIME
Snowflakes glistened, falling through the electric light. A blanket of innocence covering sin. The same as that night in Kabul. The funeral had been mercifully brief. Another of the unit was gone, only I remained. Still no one suspected me. The Military Court said we were innocent. I knew differently. I still see her pleading…
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FADING STAR
Olivia Hildebrand drained the bottle of beer. She took a long drag on a cigarette and stubbed it out on her expensive Armani dress. She tripped, one of her Gucci heels had broken, and landed on the ground. She looked up at the Hollywood sign looming brightly over her. ‘This is how it ends then.’ She stared at her…
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NEMESIS
I stared at my nemesis. Last night I had thrown the chair into the lake, shouting ‘good riddance’ as I heaved it as far as I could. I heard the splash in the dark. Overnight the lake had frozen. This morning there it was, sitting upright. Waiting for me. Mum saw me looking out the window.…
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The plant pot lay in pieces on the pavement. Iain lay unconscious beside it. He should’ve paid more attention. Lady Wisoff-Fields claimed it was accidental. Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above). Last…
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TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS
Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. ‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…
Iain Kelly 