Tag: Short Story
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A Royal Duty
The fanfare sounded the arrival of the royal carriage. Peter had one job to do, and he was determined not to do it wrong. He was called upon to do this task only once or twice a year, but usually got something wrong, so this time he decided to make more of an effort not…
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Number Thirteen
Number 13. The postman dreaded number thirteen. Not that he was really superstitious or anything, but there was a certain thing about number thirteen that he wasn’t particularly keen on. He had a letter to deliver, and the thing was in the garden. He posted the other letters in the road first, and then it…
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Size Matters
There was no way the settee would fit through the door. The delivery man was certain of it. There was absolutely no way that it would go in through the window, so he dismissed that idea immediately. He couldn’t believe that he had been given this job. The settee was a giant. A mammoth thing…
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Embrace
Arms wrapped tightly around me, the embrace was comforting; welcome. It’s been a while since I’ve been this close to anyone. I wanted the moment to last just a little longer… actually, forever! I wrapped my arms around a little tighter as well, I was holding on for all my life. My heart was beating…
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The Room
Wind howled through the broken window, caused by the branch of the large oak during the great storm. I was surrounded by an eerie darkness; the only light coming into the room was from the candlelight in the corridor outside the partly open door. Trying to keep as quiet as I could, I waited. I…
The Mansionic Perspective 