Tag: story
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BUT THERE WAS A CRIMINAL
He felt broken. Battered. Alone. No one believed him. There was no body. But there was a criminal. Out there. A murderer. He was sure of it. Someone had to deliver justice. Him. Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by Varad over at Loose End Of The Thread. For more information and to join in…
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ROBBERY
The headlights on the van flicked off as it drove along the dark street. The van carried on driving for a another block. Without indicating it turned into a narrow alleyway. The driver cut the engine and let the van drift quietly until it came to a rest. ‘Anyone see us?’ the driver asked the…
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SPUR OF THE MOMENT
A fancy dress party. Not my sort of thing. But sitting in alone again made me think twice. Everyone out there having a good time. Why not me too? What can I wear? I know. My check shirt, old jeans. Rummage through the children’s old toy box. There it is, a toy gun and a…
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IN THE HOLLOW TREE
Nothing sinister or suspect. Samson looked out at the row of bungalows. A car drove past, a dog barked, the trees swayed in the breeze. He stepped inside the house, walking through the hallway, glancing in each room. No signs of disturbance. She lived here alone. Late last night, a call from neighbours reporting screaming.…
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THE PRICE OF TREASON
A beautiful day in the Old Town, or what remained of it. The buildings that had stood for centuries were now reduced to rubble. As Farouk walked through the cluttered streets there were signs of life re-emerging. Children’s voices could be heard. Groups of people gathered and gossiped as they had done before the war.…
Iain Kelly 