Tag: Writing
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The night of the elementals
Tens of thousands… hundreds of millions… too many. Far too many to count. Gnomes; Undines; Sylphs; Salamanders Elemental beings celebrate. Each through their own environment they dance with freedom and glee; and then through the other environments they transform into protective sparkles of light. Normally, they cannot survive outside of their own worlds… undines evaporate…
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The Sphere’s Edge
Running barefoot through Eerie Wood On the night when the Moon is Full Reality twists and, like the branches, tangles Blending darkness, shade and remaining light Making reality surreal Running barefoot up Eerie Hill Alongside the brook that babbles downwards Footsteps and trickles echo And echo is carried on the cooling breeze Through and into…
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Sudden Change
Zach woke shivering. He looked at his clock: 4.45am. Temperature –1. Zach leapt from the bed and threw on whatever clothes he had handy. “Minus One!?” He remembered it being swelteringly hot last night as he lay on top of the bed. He looked out of the window. Snow was falling. Settling. The garden shed…
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Night work?
The night air was damp. And stinky. It was always the same on nights like this. An eerie green glow filtered through the almost slimy feeling fog that obliterated virtually everything in view. Some patches were clear, but mostly, reality had been swallowed by this murky atmospheric mist. The Full Moon pierced the dankness, which…
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Betelgeuse Bay
‘Last remaining observation hut!’ declared the advertising flyer. ‘Breath-taking views of the last moments of a star 642 light years away. Supernova imminent!’ Alex’s hand shook with excitement as he was about to sign on the dotted line and become the proud owner of one of these highly sought after glass-fronted wooden huts that circled…
The Mansionic Perspective 