Category: Original Fiction
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Jack was always last…
“There’s nothing out there,” I said stepping across decript floorboards. They creaked in protest. “Ok,” I responded. “I guess there’s some wheat in the field. Though it’s wilted.” The wind shuffled the flies on the brick windowsill. “What? You thought they were paper airplanes?” I chuckled. It was cold. It was cold for a few…
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The Cottage – Chapter Thirty One – (Short Story)
There amongst the stones he lay again. And again he had no thought. And again he found it good. But now there was no fear. There was no apprehension. For he had reckoned the symmetries. The propitiations had been made. The ginseng laid. The feng shui done. He rose and strode without fear through the…
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The Duchess of York (Very Short Story)
The hill held many things. First there was the soil, then there was the grass, and the grass and the soil was broken in places by a profusion of roots. Roots that led to trees. Beneath one such tree, an oak to be precise, sat a man not far removed from twenty. His name was…
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Amthlynam (Short Story)
Notre Dame, Big Ben, the Sistene chapel. These are known marvels. But what of those that crumbled into dust? Centuries of soil at times wild with trees at times green with pasture shroud their memory. Alternating patchworks of increase and decline are the lily’s placed beside their tomb. And the minds of men? Do they…
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The Cottage – Chapter Thirty – (Short Story)
The cottage seemed even emptier than before. Luckadoo’s party had pressing matters across the pond. They did not tarry long. It was annoying. Everything was always open ended. Just left there laying vague and cryptic. It felt like trying to get a direct answer from a Sunday School class. Jim pushed an empty tumbler across…
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The Cottage – Chapter Twenty Nine – (Short Story)
There was a sensation of whirling, of spinning headlong blindly through ether. It felt like eternities had passed between the clap and the first glimmers of some strange purplish light. “Holy shit it’s laser Floyd!” Jim exclaimed facetiously. “Are you familiar with physics?” Germain inquired. He could hear the question but see nothing besides darkness,…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)
Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with these soft strangers. “I’ve heard you call these things the El…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Seven – (Short Story)
Jim could barely sit up. There had been gravy….with a side of gravy…dipped in venison and lard. He had to go outside with a mug of coffee to keep from falling asleep. The cool evening and the swaying trees were bracing. And each sip of the bold black liquid helped restore his verve. Elsa and…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Six – (Short Story)
The fire was already blazing. Its warmth and the presence of people gave the austere cottage a homey feel. Jim was surprised by the party that had gathered. There were four guests. Which to his accustomed isolation qualified as a crowd. Elsa was stoking the flame in front of the wheelchair bound cipher he’d glimpsed…
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The Cottage – Part Twenty Five – (Short Story)
It took awhile for Jim to regain his senses. The dusk had settled. There was nothing left to do but head for shelter. The thought that terrified him most was that anything was possible. He kept feeling himself pulled along by strange tides. All those insane suggestions he’d just drunk from a firehose, were threatening…