Short Stories
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When she first say him, he was sleeping under and ancient pine tree. Intrigued by his silver fur and powerful form she ached to move closer, to become a part of him. Enveloping him in an armless embrace, he felt nothing but the caresses of a strong breeze. His eyes opened, golden and alert
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I don’t know how I managed to talk him into visiting the old house with me, but somehow a week later, we met there. “Sorry I’m late.” His face was white and jaw clenched, but resigned as he got out of the beat-up pickup truck he parked just outside of the property line, as if
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That night I dreamt about Sarah. She stood with her back toward me. She turned as I approached her, and she held out her hand toward me. Before I could reach her, she was fading.I ran, trying to reach her before she disappeared completely. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t see anyone else. The
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Part 3 I started by digging through property records and newspaper clippings from the city. Within an hour I knew the basics; for starters, Rose had been right about the name “Young”. The house was built in 1906 by the Young family after their original family seat had been destroyed in a fire. The estate
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I saw the same empty rooms almost every night and woke up with the unheard voices still ringing in my ears. Each night the dream felt more and more real. I could smell the musty scent of damp brink and decaying wood. I could feel the rough walls under my brown fingers, and the chilled
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Local gossip said the place had been on and off the market for years, but no one wanted it- not even for the prime location it stood on. No one lived in it, and no one cared for it, but the old house refused to disappear.
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Once, there was only the Golden Sun and Silver Moon in the great black sky. The constant Sun loved the ever-changing Moon, and the Moon returned the Sun’s love.For many thousands of years, they were content with only one another, until a time came that they wished to grow their love even greater. “If we
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Neighbors- a flash-fictions urban fantasy I must have missed the moving truck, but I saw lights in the windows last night. Since I moved into the neighborhood 2 years ago, that house has been dark. I could only assume that someone moved in, but I’m not the kind of person who brings a casserole to
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Part 1: HERE Part 2: HERE Part 3: HERE Part 4: HERE Part 5: HERE Part 6: HERE Part 7: HERE King Franz and Queen Marigold were devastated by John’s loss. Their grief was so great that even their dreams stopped. They spared to expense to free John from his entombment, and sent knight after
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John’s hands were burned, his fingertips were blistered from their brief contact with the poisoned bridal shirt before he threw it in the fire. How he had managed to find the dexterity necessary to draw the poisoned splinter from Marigold’s chest was a mystery to him. The court panicked around him, calling for his arrest
Bringing Mae Flowers 