Category: Short Story
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Canvas
Malcom knew that few things in life are definite or objectively true. So many idioms existed for the sole purpose of establishing this fact: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder being the chief example. And yet, Malcom was never fully comfortable with that knowledge, especially when it came to art. Art couldn’t be…
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Foraging
Constance trudged through the heavy undergrowth. Years uncounted of forest litter had piled up so deeply that, at times, she found herself sunk up to her hips in the decaying matter. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant or dangerous; there wasn’t much moisture in the ground, and neither were there any venomous insects of snakes in this…
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The Hour
Somewhere in the night, a creature, probably a cat though it may have been something else, yowled. It was followed shortly by the sound of metal trash cans falling over and their contents spilling out. Silence took a moment to reassert itself and then everything was still once more. It was the hour between, in…
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Cooking with Nightshade
Cooking was, in The Chef’s opinion, the oldest art form unique to the human race. How exactly cooking came about was unknown. Perhaps some primeval ancestor to humans had found something edible in the wake of a wildfire and began to search out those fire roasted meals? Or perhaps fire making was discovered first, as…
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The Piano
It was cold and dark in the auditorium. As Carlena pushed the doors open, she let in shafts of light that highlighted the motes of dust that hung and swirled in the air. Her mother and the owner, Hank, followed her in, silently, and settled themselves into the seats near the back. The auditorium was…
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Chores
Grax-Zar, the Midnight King, Slayer of Champions, Bane of the Sacred Fire, and Master of the Razor Spine Mountains, stalked down the corridors of his stronghold. Every step was like a hammer striking an anvil, sparks skittering across the stones and casting jittering shadows too brief and too faint for any observer to get a…
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Forgetting
Forty-seven years. Had it really been that long? Hunter glanced about from beneath his wide brimmed hat, his gray-white hair fanning out from beneath it, and scowled at the unfamiliar landscape. He use to know these hills like the back of his hand. That was why he’d chosen it, all those years ago, as the…
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Walk Away
It was early in the day and yet the heat from the sun was already growing intense. The shade from the trees along the narrow hiking path looked inviting, but as he stood there, Kelic could only think about what lay at the end of that trail. He’d come to this place many times before,…
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From the Sky
It was a well established fact that the gods rarely chose a champion to represent them, perhaps once every few generations, but when they did they made their decisions with great care and deliberation. Those favored few were tasked with representing whichever deity had selected them in some grand way, usually through conquest. The tasks…
Bridge of Broken Glass 