Tag: Short Story
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The First Step
They say that the first step is always the hardest, but which step is the first step? Surely there were other steps leading up to that metaphorical first step. In some instances there could be several supposed first steps, depending on the point of view. Kera was, in her own estimation, too philosophical for her…
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Passing On The Stairs
Night had fallen hours ago and the darkness of a moonless night was well established as Sacha climbed the narrow spiral stairs. The walls on either side were thick and made up of a combination of stone and brick, as were the stairs, and all of it was centuries old. He kept his right hand…
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Glittering Diamonds
Look at all the stars In their sea of velvet black Glittering diamonds It was late and cold. The hum of old and over worked computers droned through the sporadic tick tack of keyboard typing while cheap florescent fixtures cast their slightly green light over everything. This was not the most comfortable workplace Corvus had…
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Tapping
…tap… Carol paused mid step in her kitchen and listened. She’d been about to get a drink when she’d heard it. Or at least, she thought she’d heard something. As she strained her ears, trying to stand as still and quietly as possible, she found herself hoping to be both right and wrong when it…
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Perspective From A Cat
I am concerned. I got a new pet last week and, well, my pet clearly does not know how to care for itself. It practically lacks all survival instincts. Honestly, if I left it alone for more than just a few days without making sure it was at least eating, I swear it would starve.…
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Memory of Meals
Hazel set out the dishes on her long table. It would be hours still before the food was ready but she liked to keep busy and there wasn’t much that needed her attention in the kitchen at the moment. She smiled as she laid down the fine china beside the silk napkins. The silver knives,…
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Korbak and the Magic Sword
Korbak sat in the mouth of his cave and thought. Thinking was not something totally foreign to him, but neither was it the easiest thing for him to do. Ideas formed slowly and if he didn’t concentrate on them they were just as likely to fade away as was the morning dew before the Sun.…
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Walking Through Autumn
Such magnificent mountains, the stranger thought as she walked along the path. Above her loomed the varied faces of millennia old mountains. Some of their slopes were covered in pines and oaks while others were scraped clean to the bare rock by time. Something in her distant memory tried to surface and she stopped walking…
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Why Do We Have Rules
Anna DeLuna lay on her back staring up into the many twisting and crisscrossing branches of the tree. Its trunk rose out of the ground just behind her head and she watched the many insects that crawled up and down along its bark. From time to time, as she lay particularly still, the squirrels would…
Bridge of Broken Glass 