Tag: fiction
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Time of Fall
The globe was kept high on a shelf, away from small grabby fingers and curious hands. Once per year, the man would take it down to show the children what he kept inside. A gnarled oak tree dressed in oranges, reds, and yellows. A pile of loose leaves scattered around the dry, yellow grass below.…
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Mirror
The mirror was the last remaining artifact of a turbulent time. It saw heartache and joy, chaos and peace, anger and fear, both life and death. The mirror witnessed it all as it hung on delicate and faded paisley wallpaper. The mirror’s frame was carved into intricate waves and loops, like a vine of ivy…
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Unfortunate Circumstance
The young woman strode down the moonlit street. Fog, rolling in from the sea, billowed around the hem of her skirts. She much preferred these older cobble streets. They were one of the few remaining to be lit for the most part by the full moon herself with a few gas lanterns along the way.…
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Do They See?
The two shades sat balanced on the edge of the cliff side. One skipping rocks off the fog while the other chased the birds with eyes of amber. The amber-eyed shade caught the raven in his sight mid-flap of its wings and it vanished without so much as a puff of smoke. He looked down…
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Darling Hallows
Be careful, darling child. The spooks are out, the banshees warm up to scream, the ghouls to howl. Do not run, dear child. For the werewolves chase and the vampires hiss with fangs that gleam and bite. My darling lovelies, be cautious on this Hallows Eve. With witches and spirits, cackling and moaning. Tricksters…
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The Sisters
There is a story told of sister old. A warning to all to be wary of the still and quiet towns by the sea. These sisters come but once a year long lost and memories obscure, to wander and roam. Let their tale, a warning be. Never stray and never leave the well-marked…
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The Dark of the Forest
The hills were always the greenest I’d ever seen. The sky was the bluest I could have ever imagined. The forest on the edge of the village, though – the forest wasn’t the most of any color, with none of the vibrancy or beauty all that had it surrounded was blessed with. The forest terrified…
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Penelope Paradise – Awake
Penelope sat on a wooden bench sandwiched between a busy street and the dwindling traffic of City Hall. She sat picking and wrenching at her fingers and hands. The sun was just hiding behind the Parks Clock Tower. He was late. Of all the days to be extraordinarily late. Penelope sighed and glanced at her…
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Fire’s Soul – the King
The King bowed his head and sighed. This was the third time Trystan Dryden had requested an audience to complain about his brother. He refused to count the number of times Triton had come to the capitol for the same purpose. When will these boys ever learn? The King thought. His headache that had begun…
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There Was…
There was a silence. It was a silence that turned the ticking of a clock into the strike of a gong, the shot from a cannon, the scream of a trumpet. There was a darkness. It was a darkness that absorbed every color: the blue of the twilight, the red of tear-stained cheeks, the ivory…