Category Archives: Shorts

Cordon

By: Wishdokter   My legs are burning. I’m pumped and running on empty as I ride up to the police cordon tape that’s been stretched across the road. An aggressive policeman approaches me and tells me that I can’t go … Continue reading

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Looking into a broken reflection

By: Hugin   Looking into a broken reflection and shedding a tear that seemed to fall forever but never land. Below, tumbling waves heralded the water that stretched on forever. Water had brought him to her and had snatched him … Continue reading

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The window was no longer transparent

By: Lydia Crow   ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’, she’d whispered to him, her own windows glinting with mischief in the fading evening light, as they sat swinging their legs over the old wooden footbridge across the tiny burn … Continue reading

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The faint strain of a violin carried on the warm breeze.

By: Lydia Crow   She tipped her head to one side, trying to catch the music. She didn’t recognise the melody, but it was played perfectly (as much as one could identify a piece of music one did not know as … Continue reading

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Pigeons of the World

By: Lydia Crow   There’s a whispering of feet in the crowded room, no-one can keep still. The rafters are aching with anticipation, almost claustrophobic and so close to the tops of our heads. A cool draft of air, fresher than … Continue reading

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A crackle on the speaker announced the announcement

By: Lydia Crow   Idly, she ran the emery board over her fingernails, lost in thought and not really paying attention to the repetitively rhythmic actions of her hands. The crackle seemed to continue for far longer than she thought was … Continue reading

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Anastacia

By: Finlay   He delved deep into those crystal orbs with his mind. He recalled nostalgically his fascination with their depth; the intensity of the burnished olive and concentric patterning inside. A myriad emotions and associations pursued his consciousness… But … Continue reading

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He picked up the cigarette end, pink with lipstick.

By: Lydia Crow   Or maybe it was lipgloss – was it lipgloss that sparkled? He wasn’t really sure. Settling back on the low brick wall opposite his back door, he twisted the cigarette end between his thumb and forefinger, staring … Continue reading

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Always the bride, never the bridesmaid

By: Lydia Crow   And white didn’t even suit her. She would have preferred to wear a gorgeous teal gown, or maybe a delicate pink shift. They would have suited her better, with her flowing dark hair and pale complexion. Part … Continue reading

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And lo! There was a darkness.

By: Lydia Crow   And lo! There was a darkness. A shadow amongst the brilliance of the white that drowned us as we sped past in the metal carriage. Out the cutting we came and one shadow became two, became three, … Continue reading

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