Tag: Short Story
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One day in October
“You slept well. They prob’ly heard yer snores o’er No Man’s Land.” “Ah needed it, mate. Ah were shattered. An’ me back’s still killin’ me.” “Better that thun bullets though, eh?” “Ah suppose.” “’Ere, ‘ave some tea.” “Ta!” “I’m Vaughan. Vinny to me mates. Or Guardian Angel” “Vaughan?!” “I know. It’s a bit different, int’it?”…
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The Wolves
They called to the pack, the hunt was on. One of their number is missing, and a silver bullet lodged into the trunk of an old oak tree is their only clue. It may be Hallowe’en, the night where spirits fly free, but tonight the spirit of this pack unites.
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wHIspereD vOices
Monique always welcomed the whispered words from her Familiar, although the voice never sounded as though it was from her cat or within her head… more so over her left shoulder. But whenever she looked around, there was no body there. Keep waiting… the whispers told her… it’s nearly here.
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Unexpected Item in the Bagging Area
Blogging from me may be slightly more sporadic than usual, for the next few weeks at least (what do you mean ‘more than usual???’). External forces have conspired against me, and a family member’s health issues (broken bones, of all things!) are taking up quite a bit of my spare time and energy at present.…
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Tales from the Superhero Diaries 6.10: Mistery
Firetop was drenched. Matthew Mist had somehow managed to increase his control over the element of water, and constantly drove Firetop back as a horde of stocky henchmen ran amok around the prestigious marina. Firetop had managed to stop a few of these strange people, but it seemed that for each one he knocked down,…
The Mansionic Perspective 