Tag: Short Story
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Halloween 2015. Part Three: Was that there before?
The top of the path involved a steep incline. Lady S was a little out of breath when she reached the level part at the top, and Scott and Icewolf were a little wet due to the rain. Lady S’s brolly had kept most of her dry, although her feet were a little sodden. “These…
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Halloween 2015. Part Two: The house on the hill that someone built
“What did you say your name was, dear, Judy…?” Lady Salinger-Wallis had been miles away, thinking about notspots. “JuDITH”, Icewolf said, “Judith Trachtenbacht.” “Oh, such an unusually adorable name. Are you related to the inventor Ernest Trachtenbacht? He’s a great great uncle of mine… we could be related.” “I’m not, unfortunately.” Icewolf admitted. “Actually, Judith…
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Halloween 2015. Part One: Something old, something new, something borrowed
The night was dark. The road was long. The driver slumped at the wheel. The car veered to the left and crashed into a large oak back from the kerb. “Oh dear” the passenger in the back muttered to herself. She reached into her handbag and obtained a small bottle of correction fluid and dabbed…
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Then it was gone
Is it a mirage?A figment? Distant ghostly laughter far out to sea?And an object of my imagination?Out there on the horizon is a pirate ship. Large and solid although blackened by shadow. It appears at the same place at the same time every night. And a minute later it fades from view. Not that it…
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In-Flight Entertainment
Appearing positively green as she flew by the light of the Moon, Crumbella giggled and cackled, and chuckled and gurgled with delight as she pointed her old faithful, Bent Wanda, to any unfortunates who happened to see her. Spotting an elderly gentleman pointing up at her, she returned the rude gesture with Bent Wanda, and…
The Mansionic Perspective 