Tag: Writing
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Wanderer
Silently, she slips between the realms like the flicker of a candle’s flame an ethereal glow, full of substance yet not solid shadows pass through the light parts as light the dark she watches and waits deciding whether to stay or to wander further along her repeated journey through the night
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Werewolf
Twenty per cent wolf, eighty per cent human. Nobody knows the difference. Well, not quite nobody. The Hunters know. And their hounds. They can tell the difference, by smell, I think. The hounds especially. But I can smell them too. I know when they’re close. I hide within groups of people when they’re close. They…
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Wrapped and Draped
Dusty and dirty Musty and murky Wraps unravelling Draping, peeling Reeking Seeking Arms outstretched Gaunt face with hollow eyes Hypnotised Slowly waking Creaking Aching Tomb not holding Freedom waiting Mine for the taking … But I’m petrified
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The Three of Us
The photographer was early. Stefan was ready first, and went down to the lounge to greet Master Selvo, after Anabel had made sure he was comfortable. “We weren’t expecting you until later,” Stefan said, looking at his timepiece that hung on a silver chain from his waistcoat, “good job too – it looks like rain.”…
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Shelter
They thought they’d made the right choice in sheltering in the arched doorway of St. Lestill’s church. But as the spire rotated into a clock tower, the stained-glass windows folded in on themselves, and huge gothic turrets grew out of each corner of the cold stone structure, they realised the error they’d made. The rain…
