Tag: Short Story
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The Crone
She looked on in disbelief. “How dare they!” she snarled. “How dare they use MY word in such a way. It is my word, my word alone, yet they all use it however they want, whenever they want, without thought. I own it. I created it.” She hissed. She’d spurt venom, if she could. She…
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To Wit Twit Twoops
The owl flew swiftly into the barn. It should really have realised the door wasn’t open.
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Dead of Night
The sound of the bells ringing twelve carried across the graveyard, through the murky grey mist that had decided to settle. Muffled, the heart of the sound was more prominent than the fuzzy, frayed edges to the deep and echoey tolls. The rustle and scraping of footsteps through fallen leaves swiftly brought my attention to…
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I Can Always Start Again
Elijah was a hapless individual. He couldn’t rattle chains as his hands simply passed through everything. He couldn’t make eerie groans as his voice didn’t reach the correct wavelength. He had no idea how to generate a ghostly glow whenever he was in anyone’s presence. And he was terrified of his own shadow. One day,…
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Still Night
Shadows shifted as clouds moved in to cover the bright Moon above. Figures danced between the trees below the glow, hidden from the naked eye through the blinding light which tore through the night’s darkness, bringing tears to to the eyes of anyone who should look. The night was silent. Calm. Still. Echoes carried upon…
The Mansionic Perspective 