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Empty Packets


My submission for @TheDarkGlobe1 ‘s writing competition, slightly tweeked post entry.  the original entry can be found here She wandered through the faceless crowd. The grey apparitions parting in front of her like a monochrome Red Sea.  She kept her eyes down, watching the patch of concrete just in front of her feet, tracing the […]

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Causes


He liked it by the sea.  The soft growl of the waves scurrying up the pebble beach reminded him of the hum of the engines, and the cool breeze felt almost as fresh as newly cleansed air.  Most days he would simply lie on his terrace completely naked, but for a blindfold, and let the […]

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Mobility Scooters


Sitting there, on that bench, wasn’t something he particularly enjoyed.  But, as the years crumpled at his feet and the summit slowly revealed itself, he had been drawn to it.  He guessed it was because of the noise.  There was always noise. The bench was at a cross section in the shopping centre, between the […]

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The Meeting


The two men sat across from one another, a heavy but exquisitely carved stone table between them.  Neither man had said a word as they walked into the room, resting in the wooden thrones at the head of each end of the table, and neither seemed to wish to break the looming silence that continued […]

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Shackles


The shackles cut into his tanned skin, drawing a small amount of blood from his trembling wrists.  Every step he took down the dim passageway caused the unforgiving iron to cut a little deeper and a fresh dagger of pain to stab up his arms.  It was not cruelty, though, which had forced the guard […]

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