Tag: Writing
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GRASSHOPPER
The hard grit made for an uncomfortable place to lie. He stared through the binoculars, searching for any sign of movement. Midnight came and went. Dread crept over Phillips. The double agent, codename Grasshopper, had been a high-valued source in Stasi headquarters for over ten years. When the flash red signal was received, it was…
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MOLLY
She stood at the window looking out at the harbour. They told her to give up. They told her there was no hope. Years had gone by. They’d lost her Molly once before when she wandered off into the woods and didn’t return. She was found the next day in her bivouac of branches and…
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PRELUDE TO BATTLE
Titus Valerius looked out over the grey water of the Adriatic Sea. The view was as bleak as his prospects. It had been a year since he had seen Rome and his beloved Domitilla. When he had joined the army he had dreamed of travelling the world, amassing victories and returning home triumphant. With the…
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DICTATOR
He felt old. He felt tired. Forty years leading his people, the Father of the Nation. Now they wanted rid of him. How could they be so ungrateful? He freed them from oppression. Didn’t they remember? Resign, they cried. Perhaps he should. Father Time was catching up with him. The clock ticked relentlessly. No. There was…
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JUSTIFIABLE
Had she done the right thing? She had no idea. Others would judge her. She only knew she had done what she thought best. The water was icy cold on her feet. It reached the bottom of her dress, weighing the light linen down. The light gold sand swirled around her ankles. The red on…
Iain Kelly 