Kevin Keegan

“What's unspoken is the real story” by Kevin Keegan

The big day had finally arrived. Thirty four and a bit years, gone in a finger click. Of course there had been good times amongst the drudgery and the pressure, good laughs, great conversations, great friends made, a handful of rather nefarious relations, heated arguments, heated clinches leading to awkward moments later but it all passed by in a finger click, all consigned to history and fading memory. James Walsh sat at the desk he'd occupied for a couple of decades and sighed to himself. The desk had changed in that time along with the ch...

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“Samantha's freedom ” by Kevin Keegan

Submitted to Contest #234

In the bustling city of Cork, lived a young woman named Samantha. Samantha was a dedicated marketing executive, always on the go, juggling tight deadlines and attending back-to-back meetings. Her life was a whirlwind of emails, conference calls, and endless to-do lists. Personally her boss hated her but professionally he couldn't exist without her, she was just that good. Every workflow flowed through Samantha and withou...

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“The Haunting” by Kevin Keegan

I have forgotten all about the protocols and customs around introducing myself: the salutations are not coming to me so I guess I have to apologise for my inability to adhere to the expectations of your present day. My 'DAY' has long since passed and I have no recollection of what my life was like back then, was I good or was I bad? I simply can't answer those questions. I do exist although not in the phy...

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“Bite the hand” by Kevin Keegan

Submitted to Contest #208

Comer Investigations was a highly successful private eye operation run by Steve Comer and Abbie Brady. Though successful Steve and Abbie decided to stick to their backstreet location so as to keep their operations low key. Their HQ was located roughly half a mile away from the sixth business district. When the cops frequently ran out of ideas they turned to Steve and Abbie to solve the unsolvable cases for them and, in t...

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“The Conduit - Part 2” by Kevin Keegan

'Good idea, I'm off to get some kip.' Ben said tiredly. 'I think it's the same for me. What are you going do Dan?' Jim asked. 'I've got some reading to do. I've a feeling we'll need plenty of advice for this one. Goodnight lads.' Dan said to them as they went their separate ways. It would all go down tomorrow and Dan had to come up with a plan and quickly.                        Dan read eve...

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“The Conduit - Part 1” by Kevin Keegan

She was different. She lived in number forty just a few houses away. There was something about that girl, something.....something, just something about that girl in number forty. 'I was reading an ancient book about the occult. Anyway this book goes on about something called The Conduit. It says that these Conduits are everywhere. They don't even have to hide. They are not scared of anything or a...

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“The Taker” by Kevin Keegan

I like to hide in plain sight. I am Mr Average, neat short black hair framing a non-threatening almost forgettable face. I am slim, reasonably athletic and stand at around 5 foot 11 inches, again decidedly average. My name is Jimmy 'The Window' Kelly. I like ease in gaining entry to your house, collecting your valuables and exiting in under 10 minutes, that way no one, least of all me, gets hurt. You will be ful...

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“The Storyteller” by Kevin Keegan

Piles of potatoes, mashed, perilously close to the precipice, that edge of no return, that edge of the plates which, to overshoot, meant certain doom. Carrots forming their own porous barrier between the white soft forked mounds of mash and the ever encroaching river of gravy, hot, steaming, intent on reaching the safety of their promised land, to infiltrate and turn white to brown, turn substance to mush, victo...

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“Away” by Kevin Keegan

Submitted to Contest #205

Ann Greene approached number forty-seven Plunkett street with her usual sense of excitement and anticipation which happened every July third, that she can remember, that date was always about celebrating her brother's birthday with a party. Attired in a bright blue full length party dress complete with a faux diamond encrusted necklace and matching ear-rings and sparkly blue shoes, she looked ready for a big day. She lov...

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“The Aftermath” by Kevin Keegan

Submitted to Contest #201

                                                               Several hours had passed in the blink of an eye. The gig had been awesome, off the charts mega. Twelve encores were performed for the screaming adoring fans whose collective pulses soared higher than many doctors would have thought safe let alone humanly possible without loss of life. Inevitably there were some casualties but nothing life threatening...

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“The Little Phone Girl” by Kevin Keegan

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The icy wind howled through the rafters and swirled all around the house where a poor little girl lived with her father and mother. The ramshackle house where they had their home was in a terrible state of disrepair with many holes in the roof where the snow was silently breaching the open wounds of this perished roof. Ice formed on the insides of the house's little windows. The front door offered little or no protection against the incessant winter weather. The...

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“The Visit” by Kevin Keegan

                                                               Stephen street was throbbing as Tom made his way through the heaving crowds on a warm Tuesday evening in...

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“The Lesson” by Kevin Keegan

                             In the dining room sat Mr Murphy. On the far side of the room above the television were two shelves containing books, curios, various peculiar items and a conical usb charged lamp. There were two African heads that Mr Murphy thought of particular value but hadn't got around to having them valued. Amongst the framed photos was a wedding photo and a large photo of Mr Mu...

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