Tag: Short Story
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Santa’s Flight
A few days before Christmas, Father Christmas decided to try out his new one-man flight device, with unfortunate consequences. Fox Wood was his chosen setting, and all of the foxes came out to see what all the kerfuffle was about. They gathered around Santa, as he flicked the switch on his nifty handheld flight-suit remote…
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Sometimes, it isn’t always the wind…
It was the wind. It was the wind. It was the wind. It. WAS. The. Wind. Enid stoked the open fire in the large stone fireplace in the living room. Snowy curled up on the floor in the warmest place she could find. Enid placed a couple of wood chunks into the fire, and then…
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Hallowe’en 2016: Darkness and Light
I was surrounded by darkness. No sounds. No lights. No temperature. Just a darkness. I was aware I was thinking, which made things a little easier. Although, only slightly. The darkness began to fade. The sounds began to return. I noticed the sound of running water. I blinked to clear my vision. Relieved, I was…
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Hallowe’en 2016: Inside Out
‘The time is right’ Aplaxa ordered the reversal spell to commence. I held the scroll aloft, and opened my mouth, about to read aloud the words. ‘Silence!’ Aplaxa held up both of her hands. “The reversal spell must me cast through the power of the mind only. Mind over matters of great importance.’ I’d forgotten…
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Hallowe’en 2016: The Magic of the Universe
Holding her left hand out in front of her, palm upright, Aplaxa focussed on the space just above. She muttered something that sounded gibberish to me, and a tiny storm cloud appeared, complete with bolts of tiny lightning. Torrential rain fell from this tiny cloud, and as Aplaxa lowered her hand, the raindrops started to…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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