Tag: story
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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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Grandad’s Visit
TW//alcoholism/Addiction “The flood came for all but the man with a boat; God told that man and his family that it’s the end of the world, he said save what you can, save who you care about. Violence is rarely committed by brave men. Brave men always find another way to settle their debts; they…
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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 – 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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Birthday
Calamity has struck, red wine spilt by serpents mouth. An unhinged jaw sucks the energy out of the room, and cancerous call-outs spike the air. Collection of coats hurried while whispers of previous nightmare like affairs flood the hall. A tall brunette, a short black dress. She likes to dance, and people love to watch.…
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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…
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Meadow
A butterfly quilt surrounds the embrace. A pair of lovers hide from the sun. Arms intertwined come undone. The meadow sweetens the air. Limbs fall from within their cocoon; legs find placement on the wild flowers. “Forever is that way,” says a sleepy man. He points into the meadow. A man at the back of…
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