Tag: fiction
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The Man of the Deep
Down in the depths of the sea, there is a man who flosses with seaweed and gargles with brine. Somewhere in the midst of that deep there is a vast array of trinkets that he uses, and there is a wide variety of uses applied with these trinkets. The man of the deep refers to…
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In the Caverns
Figure eights in the distance, in the dandelion circles we fall and we fly. And together we fall and we fly, in equal measure. We listen to mild-mannered songs and we reminisce about how in the good old days, it used to be different, the bright pink sky above us turning everyone sunburnt and inwards,…
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Legionnaire
Deliver it to the mailman and say that it’s express, say that the brew told you to deliver it, that the monk behind the Iron Curtain who dishes up the brews told you to tell him that the safe delivery of the parcel is of the utmost importance. The parcel is full of who knows…
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A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Bloomberg walked the distance of two miles from his hotel to the restaurant, and he was grateful for the fact that it was not raining outside. It wasn’t even doing that thing with the weather where it was nasty and misty and slightly sprinkling, where you felt as if you were a vegetable housed in…
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Mary at the Docks
Days by tinted windows, nights by candlelight and car radios. And if it’s moving, well of course it’s moving, that’s the central point. And if it’s a diatribe, well of course it’s a diatribe, that’s the secondary point. And if good fortune has you in a vulnerable position with your pants, uh, metaphorically down, well…
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And Another Thing
I raise a glass to all those who cannot raise a glass to themselves. For whatever simple or spiteful reasons. Whether they have no full or half full glasses nearby, or whether they were born without hands to begin with and cannot balance their glasses on the stumps to which they are resigned to. I…
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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Monday. Deluge. Oh dear oh dear. Oh day of days. It’s another Monday, isn’t it. It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. It’s a deluge out there. Rain falling down and great streaks, slanted lines and fierce, icy droplets. Just below freezing temperature – only just. Cup of lukewarm water with the herbal…
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Griselda
While each of my family members had some role (and continue to have roles) in my life and impacted who I am as a person, it all began with Griselda. She was the one who officially kicked everything off, whether we were ready for the inciting incident or not. Because you see, our lives were…
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Bottom of the Well
It did not matter how I fell to the bottom of the well, what mattered was how I was to survive the ensuing days until I would hopefully be rescued. I had sent a carrier pigeon to the last of my remaining relatives, and I knew that I could trust the carrier pigeon. He had…
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Nine Bodies on the Floor
I counted the bodies on the floor, and it was actually a lower number than I would have expected. Enough pings had gone off and enough interference had ripped through the central stage that I was expecting it to at least be in the double digits. But no, more had gotten away than either Steven…
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