Craig Mowat


Writing

History doesn't knock

I lifted my head and saw two men with thick necks, fedoras and plain brown suits come out. They were obviously cheap suits, letting me know what kind of men they were.

Unstoppable

It’s happening quicker than I expected. There’s no time to warn anyone else. Not that it matters.

The charge

The mist over the field was lifting. It was almost time to go. / I looked at Jack. No smile anymore.

Rhythm

The clip fell to the floor, clattering on the tiles. Before it had come to a stop another clip was slapped into place. Lock. Load. Fire again.

Treasures

Flashes of colour and memory flying through the air, each one taking you to a different time in your past.

Control

I cannot control minds. They are fickle things, which move to their own liking.

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