Category: Short Story
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Running
Caleb stared down at his feet. His shoes were old and stained from countless hours running along trails but they were still good shoes. Today he wasn’t running on any trails, however. At least, not the sort of trails he was used to. Those trails were almost never even and often made of dirt, gravel,…
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Late Reunion
Walking through cemeteries was always one of Monique’s favorite pastimes. She’d never found them eerie or unwelcoming. On the contrary, she had always loved the quiet solitude and how those places made her reflect not only on the lives of those who had come before, but on her own life and what she thought ought…
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Guest by the Fire
The house was old. Its thick walls held out the cold while the brick and iron wood-burning stove provided more than enough warmth. The old hand-pump in the kitchen still worked to draw up water from a well, although there was also a more modern looking sink and faucet that had been installed some years…
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Gifts
Cali sat at her kitchen table, cup of hot cocoa in hand, with her eyes fixed on the clock. It was a half passed one in the afternoon. She’d spent that last half hour sitting there, waiting for the time to pass. Her initial plan for the day had been to keep herself busy with…
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Ghost Walk
It was a decent sized group of people who were clustered together beside the trailhead in the pre-dawn. All around them were dense pine forests and towering above them were high mountains that rose and disappeared into the clouds. Everyone wore thick coats and gloves against the winter chill. The more experienced among them also…
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Soul Tree
Wren and Micha stood on the edge of their small village. Their mother had sent them to go into the woods in search of mushrooms and wild tubers. Instead, however, they stood on the boundary between forest and village, looking up at the pale gray bones of a dead tree. It stood out clearly against…
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Between Sunset and Sunrise
There were only a few, strict rules about when the people of the town were allowed to visit the cemetery. First off, the Sun had to be in the sky. Second, it couldn’t be on one of the four days that marked the changing seasons. Lastly, any time someone new was buried there would be…
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Midnight Shadows
The surface of the lake was perfectly smooth, reflecting the moon and stars and looking like a hole in the ground that opened up to the heavens below. The surrounding hills and forest were also reflected, adding to the surreal nature of the view. A solitary, ‘T’ shaped dock reached out into the waters but…
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It’s not the Fall That Kills You
Somehow, falling always felt right. Nothing in life was ever as freeing and natural as that strange, weightlessness with the air whipping past in a deafening rush. Most falls didn’t reach that level of intensity, of course. Most of the time, falling only lasted for a brief moment. Whether it was leaping over a handrail,…
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Never Lost, Sometimes Found
There was wood needing to be chopped. There was always wood that needed chopping. That was one of the first real hard lessons Rupert had learned. If there wasn’t enough chopped wood when the winter came, then there wouldn’t be enough fires to cook and keep warm. He’d lost three toes and a couple fingers…
Bridge of Broken Glass 