Tag: Short Story
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Right On!
Aaron smiled as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Dark hair, blue eyes, a slight covering of stubble around his mouth, chin and jaw line, a nice pale green shirt open at the neck with a thin silver necklace partly visible, and black jeans and boots that finished his look perfectly. He was…
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Down in the garden
Georgia heard the loud squeak from the gate at the bottom of the garden. It only ever squeaked when it was closed, never when it opened, so she knew somebody was there. She was expecting a parcel to be delivered, and threw open the front door with gusto. There was nothing and nobody there. She…
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Not Quite There
Luckily, Young Matthew landed quite gently. The leg had broken off the stool, and the hamster had escaped from its cage, which had turned out to be not as strong as it first looked. “I must find another way to reach the choccie biccies on that top shelf” he thought. *** This is a new…
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Musings
Apollo looked on at those gathered in the field. Scantily clad Gods and Goddesses unfazed by the rain that was lashing down around them; the humans, fully clothed and huddled together, shuddering and shivering, trying their very best to keep themselves warm and the baby dry. “We’ve really messed up this time” Apollo said to…
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In Subdued Light
He looked older the night I saw him in the street. He was older; it had been years since I last saw him, but he looked older than he should have done. His eyes, piercing blue as usual, shone out through the darkness. His friendly smile had gone… his friendly face was now stern. They…
The Mansionic Perspective 