Tag: fiction
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Pickleby Willow
I was informed by the landlady that a certain Pickleby Willow had arrived. I had not heard the name before, let alone met the man, and asked her what his purpose was. She told me that he did not give a reason, and simply asked to speak with me. I told her that this was…
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Don’t Mince Words
Don’t mince words, she said to me, and unfortunately she was holding the butcher knife again. Whenever she was holding the butcher knife, I knew that I was in for a long night. There would be lots of arguing, lots of name-calling, sometimes possessions were thrown. An exhausting four to five hour affair that inevitably…
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Summoning Poem
The burnt-up enemy of every disaster Is found at the bottom of the bottle, Surrounded by sand. The sand is at the bottom of the glass bottle, And still there are select grains on the mouth of the bottle. The bottle is Heaven-sent. It is naturally color-less, And still it keeps its form and refuses…
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