Storytelling
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NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 28 The Lost Ritual There deep within the sacred wood Are runes carved deep in stone Where once an ancient priestess sang To spirits now unknown. I sought it out that long lost glade With pool clear and deep Saw flowers deck those holy stones While they, their secrets keep. What profound…
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NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 26 Stories My Body Tells Pt. 1 Near forty years ago or so One sunny summer day Was walking with a friend of mine Just chatting on our way. On railway tracks we strolled along Not thinking much at all I stumbled on the clinkers there And took a nasty fall. At…
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Flash Fiction February Day 16 The Curfew Will, Crystal and Donna walked laughing through the park. On their left, the varied fences belied the endless monotony of the suburban detached homes lining Holocene Place Private. To their right, a dozen yards away, a lively stream burbled over stones at the bottom of a small ravine.…
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Flash Fiction February Day 15 The High Price Of Doing Business “We need to bury the axe until after this meeting. If they smell even a hint of blood in the water we are finished.” Alex, tall and elegant in a tailored gunmetal suit leaned against the doorframe of his office. A cigarette angled up…
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Flash Fiction February Day 14 Catfish Blues Orly sat on the edge of the roof of a former strip mall and stared at the bobber of his fishing line sitting in the murky water a couple of feet below his boots. He had been sitting like this for a few hours now and his butt…
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Flash Fiction February Day 13 How To Reach Enlightenment From Dunhollow, drive east on highway 417 for seventy-three kilometres. Turn left onto McKenzie Rd, highway 48. In the town of Gorman’s Bay, watch for the detour. It will take you around a construction project before rejoining highway 48. Remain on 48 for another twenty-three kilometres.…
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Flash fiction February Day 11 Remnants – Reminders – Heartbreak – Absence Everything of yours is still here. The bed where you slept. Your favourite snacks. Everything where it was before you left. I can’t bring myself to get rid of anything. I can’t even bear to move them. It would be like pretending you…
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Flash Fiction February Day 10 Cooking For Her Travis sipped his coffee, placed his cup on the counter and let himself out into the garden. It was early enough that there were still traces of dew in the shadows and he paused to breath in the smell of damp earth and growing things. Moving down…
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Overheard On Holiday “You seem irritable today.” “I’m not irritable, I’m irritated.” “I would think that if you weren’t irritable, you wouldn’t be irritated.” “If you would stop irritating me, then I wouldn’t be irritated.” “Well, if you weren’t irritable, you wouldn’t find me irritating.” “You are irritating me because you are an irritant, not…
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