Tag: writing prompt
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A LITTLE FESTIVE EXCESS
‘Room for one more?’ Hank slurred cheerily, lifting his wide posterior into the small bus. He crammed into a seat. The driver jumped out into the traffic, angry horns blared. Kaleidoscopic lights blurred. Sudden stops. Chaotic traffic. Sweat and body odour. He felt the beer sloshing around in his stomach. A little excess again, but…
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GREENWOOD AVENUE
A final swipe of the cloth across the shining black leather and Dick Rowland leaned back. Another satisfied customer. ‘Can see your face in them, like a mirror.’ ‘Thank you, Dick,’ said Walt, flipping him a shiny cent. Old Bill slipped into the vacated seat. ‘Just need to visit the restroom.’ Dick said. ‘I’m in…
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TO THE VICTOR
To the victor goes the spoils, that’s what they say. There is cheering, waving flags, smiling faces. But it doesn’t feel like winning. Surrounding them is destruction and death. Buildings and homes reduced to rubble. They said the last one would be the war to end all wars. Maybe this one will be. They are…
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IT CAME FROM AFAR
The mass rolled towards them from afar. She came from the snow-peaked mountains, tumbling over the hills, obscuring the clear blue sky. ‘How long?’ ‘A day, at most.’ ‘We should go.’ ‘She will find us. There is no point in running.’ The darkness would one day cover the whole world. The light would be blocked…
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IN A ROUNDABOUT WAY
‘We’ve been here before,’ she said. She didn’t just meant the roundabout they were passing for the fifth time. They were hopelessly lost. He promised each time that he would change. This time she needed to take a new direction. She needed to get off this emotional merry-go-round for good. ‘We’ve tried every exit,’ she…
Iain Kelly 