Tag: Short Story
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Mystic Springs
Emeralda looked out through the bay window to the road outside. A rather well kept street on the whole, she thought, looking across the road to the houses opposite. Number one had the tree in the garden, and, on the branch that reached out across the road, she could see Tuppence, one of number three’s…
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The one that got away
The dark. The cool. The shade. It’s late. I’m alone. Footsteps ahead.I hide. Crouching silently. Waiting patiently.Twigs crack. Birds squawk. Eyes narrow.I watch. I stare.It’s now. Or never.I stretch. I pounce. I reach. I flex. I grab.I miss.Next time. I’ll feed.I’m hungry.
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Static
There’s a slight fizz in the air. An electrical charge that seems to be all around. Sparks leap forth from the button – I decide to walk. I touch the banister. It touches me back. A sharp jolt. A quick shock. A loud crack. I pull my hand away, but decide to try again. And…
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… fancy a writing challenge?
OK, first of all, this post has nothing to do with yesterday’s post at all. The title seemed to carry on well with it, so I thought why not. And the post yesterday was, in a roundabout way, to do with connections. So, this post is kind of connected to yesterday’s post by that virtue.…
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Making of the Shrew…
Recently, I was asked to take part in a bit of a challenge. A relay writing challenge. I accepted, and had a fabulous time in doing so. I was a little apprehensive at first, as I was in fourth place. I was writing the finale of the story, which meant I had to tie up…
The Mansionic Perspective 