Tag: Writing
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YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER
‘Hell of a way to start the new year.’ Samson looked round the room. Everything was red. Decorations, walls, the clothes on the victim, the pool of blood on the floor, the spatter of blood on the wall. ‘It’s the contradiction, you see?’ Cheng explained. ‘The colour red. Chinese New Year is celebrated with the…
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HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS
In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her. ‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown,…
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BEST LAID PLANS
Yvegeny Shiskin sat in the imposing corridor. He dabbed his forehead to remove sweat and adjusted his spectacles. The chief had been with the President for an hour. Yvegeny wondered how his report was being received. He nervously fingered his copy of it. His entire life’s work. Now the time had come. The years of…
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THAT’S ENTERTAINMENT!
Lights flashed, music blared. ‘Julie is thirty-five, works in a shop and has a second job as a waitress. She doesn’t have the time to meet Mr. Right. Will she find him tonight? Let’s start The Tunnel of Love!’ The audience bayed along. Lights dimmed, tension music. Julie took two tentative steps along the curved tunnel. Loud claxon, red lights. The…
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A ROYAL FEAST (aka EAT YOUR VEGETABLES)
Gefjun brought the feast to the table. Her husband, Skjöldr, son of Odin, sat silently in his anger. ‘Thank you for this offering, mother,’ said Fridleif as the plate was laid before him. ‘Eat well, Fridleif.’ Gefjun took her place beside her son and looked at Skjöldr. ‘Can I eat now?’ spoke the Norse king. ‘Not yet, father.…
Iain Kelly 