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Monthly Archives: May 2011
A Single Drop. Short Story.
It was the steady drip of cold fluid on her forehead that woke her. When she woke, it was slow, confusing. Distractedly, she reached for her forehead, trying to reconcile the sensation with her dream, her fingers prodded at the … Continue reading →
Beneath the trees. Short story.
The trees were swaying in the wind, back and forth, dancing to and fro. Their leaves rustling together, almost as though the trees were talking and laughing. Taking part in some divine festivity only they were aware of. The sun … Continue reading →
Afternoon Tea. Short Story.
She moved slowly, she was getting older now but it needed to be done. She had almost expected some kind of feeling of loss as her mobility was reduced, but really, she had nothing to worry about. There was a … Continue reading →
Resurrection. Short Story.
The climb was much harder than he expected. The way she had told him about it he was expecting a pleasant little walk up a slowly sloping hill. So far they had climbed three of them with no signs of … Continue reading →
The Fabled One Hundred. Short Story.
He sat in his cell, face immobile. The guards were all afraid of him. Everyone was and they were right to be. He had killed 98 men, of course, it was kill or be killed, but something like that will … Continue reading →
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Deadly Secrets. Short Story.
There were many things about her that were special. Many things that were worth noting. However only one of them was truly important. And that was that she could see into your soul. With a glance she knew everything she … Continue reading →
Double post:Invisible Killer & Cosmic Joke
Invisible Killer In this underwater silence, nothing is real, not her pain, not her sadness, nothing. The eerie calm spreading through her, completely at peace. Those images flash back, she screams. Air bubbles rise, stopping water from flooding her mouth. … Continue reading →
