Tag: adventure
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Disco Jones and the Feline Race – A Short Story by Conor.C
In a drunken stupor, Disco and Lenny sprinted down the high street. Disco’s blue jeans started falling, and Lenny fell flat on his face as he tried to point and laugh. Disco, also known as Danny, didn’t stop. His thick glasses acted as a bug screen as he continued his race. He ran down the…
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Saved by a Star- A short story by Conor.C
I took a week of work, I collected my things and filed them properly. When I am found they will find the paperwork in order and they will thank me for my due diligence. That day they will go home to their families and their children faces will light up; their partners will say, “Your…
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A Rescue on the Road – A Short Story by Conor.C
A cat sat in the middle of a busy road; his fur was brown with grey stripes. Its large doughy eyes stared at the enormous vehicle that had stopped in front of it. The right-hand side door swung open, and a larger man with a grease-stained white t-shirt climbed its ladder. When he reached the…
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STUCK!
A Ginger cat with lighter stripes is perfectly difficult to spot in the autumn foliage. Butters has taken a liking to the large piles of leaves I’ve made clearing the back lawn, but this does take the cake. 60ft up in the oak my great granddad planted when he was a boy near the end of a…
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The Night Train
On the night train, riding through the valleys of the tallest mountains, all were quiet as many ticket-paying, pyjama-wearing customers were sleeping. The night staff kept everyone tucked in and free from nightmares. The rowdy kids are asleep, like their parents; the rival rugby teams, who had spent the day screaming in each other’s faces…
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Flash Fiction – Chase
Indisciplined play crowds the park. A Hound flees over picnics and small talk, a boy follows with a leash. His smile sours businessmen’s moods, their lunch break peace shattered. Unemployed socialites laugh at the misfortune; grass-route youth groups cheer as the dog dodges. The field, open to the midday sun, gives way to a forest. White birch shadows…
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Flash Fiction – Change
It’s hard to say what’s different today. Maybe nothing has changed. The air does have that kind of feel to it—the type of feel that causes people to do things they wouldn’t usually do. I wonder if anyone knows what I mean. I may be the only one who notices, that when the air changes they follow. No, I’m…
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Archaeological Dig
Vegetation grows out of the cracks, a twenty-five foot stone man long forgotten by the people who made him. A bold smile painted white, nostrils home to many birds, ears lost to time, bright eyes carved to shine. He stood at the entrance to his city, protector of their values and watcher of the road.…
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Adam
Life at the bottom of a crevasse would be too difficult for some. Adam though had never been happier. The daily task of gathering objects that people throw into his home brought him joy because of the endless possibility he could make. A refrigerator recycled into a bath; a Microwave in too well, a microwave. It still worked! Constant materials to advance the little creature’s endeavours. A…
Conor Cartmell 