Tag: Writing
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THE GATES OF HELL (via CHARLTON)

‘You’re sure this is the right place?’ Norman looked at the grey concrete structure. ‘It’s just so very, well, ordinary.’ ‘What were you expecting?’ the sprite asked. ‘Perhaps a swirling vortex of doom, or an army of raging demons. At the very least a ferryman with a boat.’ ‘You read too much fiction,’ the sprite…
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ARCH-ENEMY

George bested Timothy in everything. He was better at his sums, better at spelling, hand-writing, reading and tying his shoe-laces. George could run faster than Timothy, was always first-pick at football and had more gears on his bicycle. George always had the best sweets in the playground, the smartest new trainers, the most fashionable t-shirt…
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A NOS MORTS

The bugle sounded, the flag was lowered. Feet shuffled on gravel. The silence was broken by the diesel engine of a barge. They didn’t close the canal anymore. Some her mother had nursed back to full health, some never recovered. One her mother married. Twenty years later she was alongside her mother as men repeated…
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SPY SCHOOL
She sucked at languages. She got her ass handed to her in combat training. The lie detector caught her out every single time. ‘Have you considered you may not be cut out for this line of work?’ her trainer asked. She persisted. Cryptography was her elective for the summer term. They started with history. She…
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SNOW DAY FOR A CONTRACT KILLER
The official advice was not to travel unless absolutely necessary. Ordinarily he wasn’t one to listen to official advice, he wouldn’t have much of a career if he followed the rules. But heading out to work today, when no one else had left their houses, when there were no other cars on the road, when…