Tag: Writing
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DOG DAY
It’s eyes followed me round the room. An ugly porcelain dog sitting in a doughnut. ‘You want sugar?’ the old lady asked. ‘No, ma’am. Just milk.’ She handed me the cup filled with weak tea. She shuffled to a chair. All the while the damn dog had it’s eye on me. ‘Thanks for letting me…
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THE PATH TO RELIGIOUS FREEDOM
They found him the next morning, tangled among the branches of the topiary tree. It appeared Father Reg had managed to stagger back from the local pub despite severe inebriation. However, on reaching the monastic retreat where he had been living in meditative isolation, Father Reg had confused the symbolic door of the religious installation…
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CAUGHT
He strained against the ropes as the sun moved across the sky above the trees. A gentle breeze made the canopy whistle and sway. It was the only sound. He still saw the painted face under the tousled hair, the horrific voice still echoed in his head. ‘The judgement of the Gods will decide your…
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CAST OUT THE LIGHT
They stood on the shore and watched the last lights float away on the tide. Their glow faded and the dark night took hold, the dark night that would last forever. It had been prophesied: cast out all light and let the dark rule. They would be rewarded when he came for them. Only the…
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NO ENTRY
An endless wall. In the middle a black door. In front of it signs reading: ‘No Entry.’ ‘If no-one is allowed to enter, why have a door at all?’ Qiáng asked. ‘So that those on the other side can expel people out.’ Mǐn replied. ‘So it is an exit only?’ Mǐn shook her head and smiled. ‘It…
Iain Kelly 