Fiction
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Every time the wind blew, the tree branches would scratch against the window. Fear would pulse through me with each scratch. No trees have ever grown near my window. Phoebe Jane
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At midnight the dark gets a little darker. It scares me but it also fuels me. There are creatures hiding in those corners, waiting for the arms to hit 12. As the minutes tick ever closer, they grow, like the shadows, dancing on the walls. It’s quiet, too quiet. Yet, I stand ready. My weapon…
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We stared at the sky watching the Earth burn. Some cried out at the site. Others stood with silent tears drenching their faces. “It’s ok. You’ll learn to love this world just like your own.” Behind the crowd the delegate from the Kritilian people stood with arms outstretched. “Come. You must be tired from your…
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The black cat stared at me, her tail swishing back and forth. I never cared for cats. My grandmother’s Siamese in the Philippines would bite at my ankles as a child. Everyone lives in fear of that cat but Lola loved it and so the cat was going nowhere. Two decades later, I promised a…
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The key fit into the door but it would not turn. He wiggled the key for a moment trying to finagle the lock. Still the key would not work. Some doors are best left locked. What if this was the door to the Amarthis Kingdom? Henry spent years trying to find his way to the…
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Autumn stared at her computer. The usual executives walked by not once noticing her vacant gaze. As long as the work kept getting done, she could be in a coma at her desk. Little did they know in those moments, she might as well have been. She was beyond the cubicle walls, away from the…
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Stan shut off the car and pulled up his collar. It was pouring outside and he planned to only have rush into the grocery stole and run right back out. There was a roast in the oil den and hen did not want to risk, overlooking it. Everything for the night was perfect: the roast,…
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Flames licked at the walls of the castle. Banners burned and armor melted. Thick smoke flooded the halls making it impossible to search for an exit. Word spread throughout the town of the fire. Soon all the townspeople stood outside their homes watching the devastation. It had long been rumoured that the royal family dabbled…
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There is something about short stories that is simply wonderful. As much as I love diving between the pages of an amazing novel, slipping into a short story collection can be so relaxing. It’s like breaking into a Kit Kat bar: you get four pieces of chocolate in one package. Short story collections allows the reader to…
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He could not remember how many mortal years it had been since he had begun watching this tribe. As their designated guardian many moons ago, he witnessed the birth of the current leader, an elderly man who many believed to be almost 100 years old. Now this news did more than stun the being, and…
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