Tag: #writephoto
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NEW BEGINNING
Boris looked out of the small barred window. The summer dawn was breaking under a bright pink and golden sky filled with soft clouds. He rubbed his eyes and stretched. He needed to get some sleep but it was not often they were allowed to stay up and watch television through the night. It had…
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AMONG THE REMAINS
She brought the axe down on the bird’s neck. The body, until then a squirming, panicked, struggling handful went limp. The last few feathers floated to the ground and all was still. She wiped the sweat from her brow. The sun continued to beat down relentlessly. They all said the weather would break soon, it…
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THE TURRETS OF HOME
Trudging through the cold night, the last remnants of the winter snow on the ground, she finally saw the lights glowing from the windows ahead. Above her the familiar turrets of the castle loomed. Four years since she had been taken by the crusaders. How she had changed since then, no longer the innocent thirteen…
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AVENUE OF PEACE
And now the light at the end of the avenue calls, the journey almost complete. At one end, back that way, new seeds are growing, young saplings stretching from the earth to which I must return. Once young myself, I have walked the avenue of my life until the end. There have been mistakes along…
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ROCKFALL
They had stood there for centuries. As long as anyone could remember the three boulders had sat on the ledge overlooking the small hamlet. That night rain had lashed the hillside, thunder had rumbled and lightning had lit the dark sky. No one had heard anything apart from the howling wind. It was the farmers,…
Iain Kelly 