Tag: Writing
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INTERNATIONAL FALLS, MINNESOTA
He blew breathe from his mouth and watched the vapor drift away. His gloved hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his coat and his chin hunched down under the scarf wrapped around his face. He stamped his feet and the soles of his boots crunched on the frozen ground. ‘Anything?’ the receiver crackled…
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THE ROAR OF THE CROWD

Hushed anticipation. He lined up the free-kick. This was it. His chance. He pictured it in his mind. The flight the ball would take as it left his foot. The swerve and arc that would send it right into the top corner of the goal. The net billowing and straining to contain the power. A…
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PARADOX

Two new hips and knees. A hair transplant. New skin. A bionic liver. A new kidney. My third heart. I went through the list in my head. Immortality came at a cost. There wasn’t much of my original body left, the one I was born with. But looked the same as I did when I…
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THE OPPRESSED

The rain poured down. It was freezing. We stood around waiting. There came the fanfare and we all looked towards the balcony. He appeared, his arm raised, a smile on his face. He was surrounded by acolytes, the same people who had days ago been denouncing him on all media outlets. ‘Hail to the King!…
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THE TRITE MESSAGE OF CHRISTMAS

10.57 – Pitch Meeting. Christmas Marketing Strategy for a leading supermarket. ‘Right, let’s hear your ideas.’ ‘A time to be with loved ones, especially this year.’ ‘A bit obvious.’ ‘Great food. Good times.’ ‘Very trite.’ ”Helping You Save Their Christmas’. You know, the parents are superheroes saving it for the kids.’ ‘Stealing Santa’s thunder a…