Tag: Writing
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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…
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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…
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ONE LAST CHRISTMAS
She wandered through empty rooms, smiling sadly at the lifetime of memories swirling around. The house was too big for her alone. Next year it would be sold. The decorations lit up the living room. Tomorrow would be filled with laughter and joy. One last family gathering in their home. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s…
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CHRISTMAS DINNER
Bill forked the last of the fresh hay into the feeder. He patted the damp horses and headed back to the house through the thick falling snow. As he stomped his feet at the door, Maude hung up the ‘phone. ‘That was Jessie. Their flight has been cancelled. They won’t be able to get here until Boxing Day…
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CHRISTMAS LIGHTS
Maria sat on the bench looking at the crowd gathered on the dark street. She thought back to her old home in England. Last year there had been a snow storm and everything was covered in a glistening white blanket. Maria had joined her friends building a snowman, sledging and laughing during snowball fights. Christmas lights twinkled…
Iain Kelly 