Stories by Bells Kelly, by newest first

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  • The fading of the day from the warm, now cooling landscape was a watercolour of oranges, yellows, faded blues and violets, the crash of the occasional wave on the white sandy shore, the oldest music known to man, and a faint
    by Bells Kelly 800 words, 1 comment, on Oct 21 7:18 PM
  • With Life comes Death,1
    by Bells Kelly 200 words, 5 comments, on Oct 15 7:17 PM
  • by Bells Kelly 200 words, 4 comments, on Oct 11 11:33 PM
  • I haven't spoken to you in weeks,1
    by Bells Kelly 300 words, 14 comments, on Oct 11 6:56 PM
  • Muddy black eyes glared down at Sinead, the maniacal gleam from years before still there but in greater intensity. She tried to back away b
    by Bells Kelly 1100 words, 1 comment, on Sep 21 9:19 PM
  • I... have told you1
    by Bells Kelly 200 words, 3 comments, on Sep 16 9:07 PM
  • nd on the bed I sleep1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, on Sep 15 9:31 PM
  • (reving motor bikes in the back ground)1
    by Bells Kelly 300 words, on Sep 15 9:07 PM. In Lyricks
  • by Bells Kelly 200 words, 2 comments, on Sep 15 8:28 PM
  • I'll let you in,1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 3 comments, on Sep 14 9:31 PM. In Song
  • by Bells Kelly 200 words, on Sep 9 9:59 PM
  • Resounding echoes bounced from the cliffs high above the shooting range and practice rings on the old Anorka place, filling the thickly hum
    by Bells Kelly 800 words, 1 comment, on Sep 9 9:31 PM
  • bit of a rap like beat
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 3 comments, on Sep 8 10:50 PM
  • Alerts had been sent out to The Scarlet Alcade via Adam.1
    by Bells Kelly 900 words, 3 comments, on Sep 6 7:28 PM
  • Walking down the main street usually wasn’t that dangerous a task, but today would have to be the exception, thought John as he gazed at the mass of screwed up metal, glass and blood littering the street around a stoby pole o
    by Bells Kelly 1100 words, 2 comments, on Aug 31 11:30 PM
  • “When the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die…” the line from the Linkin Park song, Hands held High ran through Rora’s mind. Her fingers d
    by Bells Kelly 500 words, 3 comments, on Aug 31 9:26 PM
  • The storm arising on the far horizon,1
    by Bells Kelly <100 words, 2 comments, on Aug 31 9:05 PM
  • I've been walking1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 2 comments, on Aug 30 6:57 PM
  • Daily life is shaken up1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 4 comments, on Aug 30 6:49 PM
  • Rebecca awoke abruptly and glanced across the room with a shiver. The night had cooled down dramatically and the thin summer pyjamas and co
    by Bells Kelly 700 words, on Aug 26 10:06 PM
  • The sharp scent of Teatree oil filled the kitchen along with the mouth watering aromas of mashed potatoes and thick T-Bone steaks, as did the raised voices of five very irate personalities.1
    by Bells Kelly 1400 words, 2 comments, on Aug 26 7:50 PM
  • by Bells Kelly 100 words, on Aug 25 9:20 PM
  • The sound of Johns vehicle driving away in a cloud of dust was all Rebecca needed to head for the stairs and climb them three at a time. 1
    by Bells Kelly 900 words, 2 comments, on Aug 25 8:55 PM
  • Rora hooked her radio back into her belt, then put her fingers to her lips and whistled shrilly. The three whistled replies echoed bouncing off the walls of the shallow gorge they played their war games in.1
    by Bells Kelly 1500 words, 2 comments, on Aug 25 8:54 PM
  • John Henry shifted quickly through the gears in his reliable, albeit slightly dented, Toyota Ute. 1
    by Bells Kelly 1400 words, 3 comments, on Aug 25 8:52 PM
  • The shadows running by the river followed the progress of a large shadow. The quick stealthy movements through the thick scrub land of Red
    by Bells Kelly 800 words, 9 comments, on Aug 23 8:12 PM
  • The shadows that run1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 2 comments, on Aug 20 7:02 PM
  • The clouds float by1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 2 comments, on Aug 19 7:40 PM
  • There's the open door1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, on Aug 18 9:21 PM
  • Tentative fingers1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, on Aug 18 8:48 PM
  • The shadows that chase1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 3 comments, on Aug 16 8:55 PM. In Poem
  • Tasting the fallen tears1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 3 comments, on Aug 11 10:47 PM
  • Borrowing the midnight hour1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 3 comments, on Aug 5 9:57 PM
  • don't know how you'll understand 1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, 5 comments, on Aug 5 9:54 PM
  • Tapping my foot to a catching rhythm1
    by Bells Kelly 100 words, on Aug 5 9:52 PM
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