Tag: Writing
-
A COG IN THE MACHINE
Back to work after the holiday then, thought Michael, heading down the stairs to the basement and pulling on his overalls. It had been nice seeing family and friends, enjoying a few social nights out and joining in the festivities. Now to carry on with the everyday grind. There was a backlog after a fortnight…
-
SONORAN OMENS
‘This is what they’ve said they wanted.’ Frank said. ‘This is what happens when you leave rich folk to run a country.’ Bill countered. ‘Rich folk that have never even set foot out here, never mind have to settle here.’ They scratched their heads and looked from the rocky desert in front of them to the plans…
-
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Originally posted on Iain Kelly: She glanced at her watch again, then out the window at the black sky. From the street below they could hear the crowd counting down. The man tried to shout through the tape over his mouth, jerking his body on the chair he was tied to. 3…2…1… Midnight struck. The…
-
WHY DO WE FALL?
Sarah felt like an idiot as she was lifted onto the horse. Her face resting on the warm hair of the horses’ neck, she felt her feet being pushed into the stirrups. Cautiously, she lifted herself and sat upright in the saddle. The horse twitched and pulled underneath her. ‘All yours,’ her father beamed at…
-
A COUNTRY HUNT
Weak and broken, George stumbled on across the moor. The heavy mist that shrouded everything was a hindrance and a help – he couldn’t see where he was going, but neither could they find him. He held onto his stomach where the blood flowed from the bullet wound. The hounds were getting closer again and he…
Iain Kelly 