Tag: Short Story
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The Gates of Atlantis
The Hora at the bow beckoned Baldur to lower the ship to the waters at the entrance of Atlantis. The three Horae on either side escorted the ship down, whilst the final one stayed at the stern. With the ship stopped in the water, the seven Gods and Goddesses made their way to the deck.…
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The Longest Meal
The large table in the decadent dining room on the Hringhorni was adorned with the freshest food from all around the globe. Bowls laden with fruit filled the centre, and plates filled with fresh meats and vegetables surrounded them. Baldur sat at the head of the table, and Adonis sat at the other end. To…
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From the Apocalypse
Hayley sat dithered. She remembered this from last time. The darkness. The cold. The smell. Herbert rolled around on the floor laughing. He remembered it too, only differently. “You tore your dress” Herbert managed between guffaws. “I broke a nail” Hayley sternly retorted, “as well” she acknowledged. Herbert looked into Hayley’s eyes. Hayley blinked. It’s…
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The Willows–Part Six
Lady Salinger-Wallis imagined herself to be covered in dust and cobwebs. She could feel the ladder in her stocking had run a little further, and she could still feel the mouse running over her foot. She could also feel that one of her fake fingernails had come loose. She quickly dusted herself down, although she…
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The Willows–Part Five
Icewolf desperately tried to open the window. “How can it be locked like this when it was wide open a minute ago? You only closed it – you didn’t even lock it!” Scott tried the door again. “It’s like this door being wedged tight. The wind didn’t blow it that hard to cause that. And…
The Mansionic Perspective 