Tag: writing prompt
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BLINDSIDED
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don’t care, I’m along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge…
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THE DANCE
‘Yer gonna be late,’ his ma shouted at him from the kitchen. ‘Ahm jist tryin’ tae get masel’ lookin’ right, ma,’ he called back. ‘It’s too late fer that, son,’ she replied, ‘about fifteen years too late.’ She didn’t understand, this was the night he would ask Justine. He should have done it before now.…
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WHEREVER I LAY MY CAP
They sat finishing their beers as the sun dipped behind the tenements. ‘See you in the mornin’,’ said Malky. ‘See you,’ replied Frank. They would be up before the sun, dragging themselves back down the pit for another shift. A metal bin clattered. Angry voices came from a top floor window. That would be McPeters…
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THE WAY ACROSS THE WATER
They called it a victory. It didn’t feel like a victory to him. He had seen to much to call it a victory. The bombed-out buildings; the fighting; the gunshots; the gas; the bombs; the dead bodies; the dead soldiers, theirs and his own comrades; the bloodshed; the injured; the children crying in the streets;…
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DUMPED
‘It’s over.’ He tried to remain calm, speaking in an even and clear voice, no raised voices or dramatic gestures. ‘Typical!’ She yelled her reply, trying to elicit a reaction from him. This was the problem with their relationship – he was always so passionless, so clinical, so frigid. ‘Just keep cool.’ Over-the-top histrionics, letting…
Iain Kelly 