Tag: Short Story
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Flimsy Alibi
Yes, I remember it perfectly, the day, the afternoon, yes it was raining, no, sorry, it was sunny, yes, that’s it… I remember the day perfectly, almost. I was out walking my dog, Tiddles, along the river bank – there was a boat race on and one of the rowers, there were four I think…
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Phased Existence
Stuck in the Basement, in the early Alternative Mansion, I realised I was in a bit of a pickle. The Staircase took me lower down when I climbed it, and the opposite is impossible as one cannot climb down a set of stairs when one is at the bottom, regardless of how creative one is.…
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Pressing Matter
Gingerly, Sabrina edged her way along the narrow finger of rock, making sure that she did not look down. She pressed herself as flat as she could to the crumbling stone, clinging on tight as she shimmied forward, intent on retrieving the bag that was hanging by its handle from the point. She tried her…
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The Loose Page
We pieced the old book back together as best we could… it was terribly damaged after being stuffed inside the fireplace for so long; it must’ve been there for at least a hundred years, the fireplace had been closed off, bricked up and had another wall built over it when the study was built before…
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Bride
The church was as she remembered it the first time. Cold. Echoey. She could hear the choir, in her mind’s eye, and if she looked through this eye she could see them standing below the large colourful window. When she looked at this through her normal vision, she saw the ruins, the crumbling remains of…
