Tag: writing prompt
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STILL
A glorious morning. Clear blue sky, the water still, the grass fresh. It was exactly the sort of scene that had convinced them to buy the house. But the spring colours and sun-kissed fields hid the tumult of the previous night. The storm had raged across the whole country for twenty four hours. The deluge…
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SILO
Hazy streaks blurred her vision. She stumbled on weighed down by her burden. The silo was there, as she remembered it, offering sanctuary as it had done when she was a child. She staggered inside. She embraced the dark coolness and dropped the heavy weight. She regrouped. Her parents hadn’t seen her in years. She…
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LEFT BEHIND
Left, left, left, right, left. Back straight, arms swinging at the shoulder, crisp, clean steps. He would drum it into these natives if it killed him. No good roads, that was the problem. Didn’t live in proper houses. Didn’t wear any clothes, half of them. The whole place needed civilising. Her Majesty’s army would soon…
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THE COMING STORM
‘Iacta ālea est.’ The die is cast. The storm would follow. Marcisus trooped with his legion over the Rubicon river, following their leader who had gone before them. Within days they would be in Rome. Pompey would be forced to flee. Rome would be torn apart. Marcisus saw it all unfolding. He had hoped his…
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BLURRED LINES
Stumbling along the street. he tried to make sense of it. Everything was a blur, like raindrops had covered his spectacles, but it hadn’t been raining. His world was out of kilter, unfocused and obscure. How could they have known? He reached the intersection between the two main roads. Shapes flew passed in both directions.…
Iain Kelly 