Tag: Writing
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ROOFTOP

My favourite spot, sitting on the rooftop. I prefer it when I can hear the hustle and bustle of life below. The sirens are more ominous in the surrounding silence. Life is getting back to normal, people are moving around. Now my work will begin. His virus has spread through the city like a plague.…
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THE LAST BELL TOLLS

A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. ‘I’ve missed this,’ the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. ‘Me too,’ the boy…
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WRONG END OF THE RAINBOW

Life had been a disaster since he found the pot of gold. His wife had found out about his new found wealth, so he’d had to kill her. He didn’t trust the kids anymore, the murderous little bastards were looking to inherit, so he’d cut them off. The yacht and the supercar had been fun…
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TOGETHER

‘You take it for granted, our time together.’ He laughed at her. ‘Why shouldn’t I? Nothing is ever going to stop us spending time together.’ The sun set as they walked along the beach. It was a beautiful, romantic evening. ‘What if your wife found out?’ ‘Would that stop us? Maybe it would be for…
