Tag: Short Story
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A Good Book
The storm had quieted down to a soft pattering of steady rainfall while Gwendolyn lay in her four poster bed staring up at the fresco on the ceiling, Saint Michael slaying the serpent. She wondered about the reason she had been locked in this room. Her uncle had made it sound like a punishment, but…
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Tullia’s Escape
Tullia paced the stone floor of her uncle’s house. The plastered walls were covered with tapestries that helped muffle the echo of her steps as she stomped back and forth fuming with irritation. How her mother could have thought to have her married off to the likes of Euan Cowden was beyond comprehension. A more…
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The Dress
The harvest was being hauled in by carts and wagons pulled by oxen and burrows who bellowed good morning greetings to the passersby. Flocks of fowl squawked as they were chased round by children with switches and herding dogs. Women of all ages were poured into the streets, their baskets laden with goods to trade…
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Lesser Deniv
Noak flexed his left knee with a grimace, the taut muscles strained and the ache of the bones told him that the sudden low pressure was bringing in a storm. The cargo door whined as he held the button that raised the metal panel and lowered the ramp. He could smell the moisture on the…
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Nymph’s Sanctuary
Lex had been traveling with Aydin for nearly a fortnight when they came to the dense cluster of trees and he told her they must dismount their horses and continue on foot. The trees were tall and old, with moss and vines encasing their trunks. Under their shady branches the bright morning light turned into…
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Eight Years Later
I was a child when the bombs fell, great flashes of light on the horizons that I watched through the handheld screen of a tablet. I remember the cake that my mother had brought home sitting on the counter with a plastic case over it so I couldn’t get my fingers into the colored icing.…
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Okur
It was dark when my eyes opened. It was a struggle to move through the heavy ichor that surrounded me, it weighted each muscle and held me encased. As my awareness grew I realized that I had been cold, but was now warming. As the warmth grew I was able to move, the substance holding…
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Becoming A Lady
Lilliana looked upon the chest of bright pinkish-lavender silks baffled as to how she was supposed to wear them. Picking up the edge of a skirt, she draped it over her head and pulled length after length of fabric until she found herself suddenly encased in a tent of silk. Tawna bowed her head to…
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Winnie’s Portrait
Jeremy exhaled slowly as his brush tip finished the lines of his signature “Jeremy Tacit” on the corner of the page. From the breast pocket on his shirt a little pixie popped out. She was small, with dark eyes, russet hair, and a deeply tanned body encased in green and orange feathers. She reached out…
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A Trip North
Aydin decided it was time to leave Carsiol since his ruse for pretending to be of the common folk was well known by the people. He needed a new town. As he thought about it, he thought of his brothers in their respective domains, cold castles and secluded manors that they rarely set foot out…
Paper and Rabbits 