Tag: Short Story
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Miniscule Glimpses: Hunger
Stomach, rumbling as food was near; was soon full. Never again will I need to eat. Stuffed.
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Miniscule Glimpses: And… Cut!
I walked with my head held high. And with my head held high, I walked straight into the table.
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The Gateway
I look out into the vastness of the skies before me. I catch glimpses of the wormhole within the swirling galaxy. I watch many vessels leave and head off in that direction, venturing towards the Whole New Realm. I long to be the next chosen to join them. There are only so many days left…
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High Enough!
Breathlessly, the woman in the blue tweed suit looked up toward the next level. “This is high enough for me,” she announced to a passing child and her mother “I’m not going up there!” They both held onto the rail and carried on upwards, watching the woman as she laughed rambunctiously. The woman looked down…
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Catching Casanova
Giacomo Casanova (1725 – 1798). Ish. Picture the scene. It’s the mid-eighteenth century. We’re in Italy; Venice, actually. The Carnival is coming to its close. Noble folk (and lesser-noble for that matter!) are all partying like it’s 1999. All are dressed in elaborate clothing, wearing stunning full masks, some with head-dresses made out of the…