Tag: Writing
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AWAKENING IN THE WOODS
Charging through the branches, leaping over roots and bushes, sliding down muddy embankments. Frankie loved the woods behind the playing fields. Lost in a world of her own she had been many things: knights, outlaws, monsters, animals. Here she had space to let her imagination flourish. As the sun began to set the woods took…
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SPOILS OF WAR
‘Don’t cross the border,’ his father had pleaded. Cortez sat on what remained of the balcony. ‘Look at me now, Padre.’ His balcony. It would take hard labour to fix the place up, but he had been doing hard labour his whole life. This time though, the work would be for his benefit, not the…
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THE SOURCE
Frost covered the grass and branches. Well-layered joggers trotted past at various paces. She wrapped her arms around herself, the thick coat and gloves failing to halt the chill. Mothers pushed buggies, couples walked hand-in-hand, dog-walkers pulled leads or were dragged by them, tourists swarmed. She didn’t know what to expect; she hadn’t formed a…
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THE END OF THE REBELLION
He lay still, daring not to breath for as long as he could, pain spilling from his cleaved wound. A ghostly still settled over the moor, the misty rain continued to fall. The quiet was broken by the moans of the injured. Each time a rebel was found, a gunshot echoed over the field. ‘No…
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LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP
‘Harold, are you listening?’ ‘Hmm, oh, sorry. I drifted off there.’ ‘Sandra was just saying that you seem distant sometimes.’ ‘Distant? No, not at all. I wouldn’t say that.’ He pulled himself up straight on the uncomfortable chair and gave Sandra an encouraging smile. It was met with an icy cold stare. He tried to…
Iain Kelly 