Tag: writing prompt
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HIDDEN GEM
The jagged edge of a smashed decorative glass hangs in the doorway. A gust catches it, sending it swinging into the wall. Another piece of blue shatters. Progress through the dark house, flashlight highlights: furniture upturned, crockery smashed, cupboards ripped open. Had they found it? Move upstairs, lift the floorboard. Still there, safe and sound.…
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THE DARKNESS
This wasn’t where he belonged. He was comfortable in town, in the narrow, dirty streets and rundown boarding houses. He liked to be among people, even though he despised them. He felt comfort in the crowd. But he had to escape. He could feel the darkness descending again. The need. He wanted to resist it.…
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GATHERING AT THE CAFE ROUGE
Typical. Hours of practice on facial proportions, angles and shadows wasted. She’d spent so long getting the nose and mouth just right on each person in the scene. She sighed and mixed the colours. Plenty of medical light blue for most. A couple of brighter hues for the more imaginative people. A small rectangle added…
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GLISTENING WAVES
‘You never listen.’ Glisten. The sun dancing on the water. ‘You’re never there.’ Dare. The cold water round his ankles. ‘I’ve been having an affair.’ Stare. A line of rocks breaking the water in the distance. ‘The children will stay with me.’ Free. His body weightless in the water. ‘I want you out.’ Doubt. Arms…
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THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE
He was sweating. His back ached. His arms couldn’t carry the heavy parcel much further along the pedestrianised street. 4300, 4301, 4302… Almost there. He didn’t think about the walk back to the start of the street that awaited. His car was parked outside house No.1. 4376. He had made it. He dropped the parcel…
Iain Kelly 