Tag: #writephoto
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SPECTRAL MISTS
‘Years since anyone has lived here.’ The cobwebs and thick carpet of dust, moss and dirt reinforced Daisy’s words. Wind blew in through broken windows, daylight entered where once the roof had blocked its path. Outside the crumbling walls the thundering sound of the surf crashing against the foot of the cliffs resounded. ‘They found…
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THE BEGINNING OF A REVOLUTION
Mist rolled down the hillside into the base of the valley where the small hamlet lay. Silence ruled as the hanging shroud dampened any sound. Then, cutting through the atmosphere, a clear, sharp repeated noise emerged. ‘Slap, slap, slap’ footsteps against the rock path descending the slope. It was joined by another, louder noise. A…
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CAUGHT
He strained against the ropes as the sun moved across the sky above the trees. A gentle breeze made the canopy whistle and sway. It was the only sound. He still saw the painted face under the tousled hair, the horrific voice still echoed in his head. ‘The judgement of the Gods will decide your…
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THE SPINNING CIRCLE OF DEATH
He stared at it. It stared back at him. It seemed harmless, a spinning circle. Yet within it he sensed malevolence, an ominous presence, a threat. Was it sneering at him? Laughing at his bad fortune? How long would the stand-off last? He’d been through the anger and rage, his crushed coffee cup was evidence…
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AT ALL COSTS
Her lungs felt like bursting, her legs had no energy left in them. Still she pushed herself on. The bell rang for the final lap of the track. She pictured that tunnel of trees over and over in her mind. How many times had she ran through it? How many 5 a.m. starts, up and…
Iain Kelly 