Tag: Short Story
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Ground Control
The stars were barely visible from the Classified Space Station due to the light from the Sun appearing over the curve of the Earth. “That is not the Sun.” the friendly on-board computer corrected. “What is it?” I typed. “Ground Control terraforming.” Computer replied. “The Sun is currently behind you.”
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Essence
She glides through the forest bringing an essence of Spring. The rhythm of her breath singing with the gentle rustling of leftover Autumn leaves beneath her feet. Spring leaves unfurl from their buds as she walks by, only to wrap themselves tightly once again when she moves on. She provides a burst of bright sunshine…
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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.
The Mansionic Perspective 