Category: Random Stories
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Midwinter Anthology, 2014
So, for a long time now, I’ve been working on getting a small digital publishing house going. Not just as a show-case for the writing work that I do, but as a place where I can help other authors and poets get their feet out there. This is a long process. It requires building a…
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Thai sat down, took a sip of tea, and began to write.
Thai sat down, took a sip of tea, and began to write. His pen glides over the bleech-white paper, slowly at first, letting the words form themselves. The desk was covered in similar sheets of paper, covered in scrawls, and the occasional brown ring of tea. The apartment was small and dark. The curtains had…
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Gender Roles in Short Stories.
Inspired by : this post on Women in History, or should I say challenged by, I took another look at short story that I written. I had chosen a male pilot, and a female stewardess. The reasons was exactly the point being made there. It was lazy writing. I didn’t need to think too hard…
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Noises like that very rarely bode well.
Noises like that very rarely bode well. The pilot looked up from his instruments, to the panoramic window in-front of him. Smoke was billowing out of the left-hand engine, and the propeller turned it’s last with a grinding, juddering noise. The little EMB 120 shuddered as the second engine took up the strain. With practised…
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The Devil and Mrs. Durant
It was a short rap at the door. A rap that suggested it’s owner was expected, and that time was of the essence. Elenor Durant, opened the door a tiny crack. Beyond it, bathed in the yellow glow of the security light stood a small, sharp mine. His dark brown eyes sunken into his sallow…
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Hell.
They sell hell is something you carry around with you. That it is not a place. There are many people who think that they have been to hell, or are in hell. This is, perhaps, true. Though it is only, really, a pale version of hell. An idea that is part of the genius of…
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Story-Teller.
I am a story-teller. Not one of great note, and not even one with a fireplace round which I can spin my yarns, but I am a storyteller. I can feel the spaceship under my feet, the gentle throb of the engines through the metal bullwarks, I can feel the warm summer breeze on my…
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The Caller. (Unfinished)
It was late when the bell rang. The houses’ occupants looked at each other, and one heaved themselves out of a chair, and made their way to the door. He pulled it open and looked out into the damp and misty misty night into the very frightened face of a man. “Can I help you?”…
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A Man Walked Into a Bar
A Short story written for the Geek and Sundry “Let’s Write” vlog. Thought I’d give it a go Armand was a dead man. He knew it, and frankly, it was a good way to die. The bar behind him was filled with cheers and laughter. Even the Old Storyteller, one of the Aesir, was back,…
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Death and Josephine (unfinished)
Josephine had fallen in love, and she was sure it wasn’t usuall. She had heard all her friends talk about love, but for her entire 24 years, she had never really understood. She had never truly understood that longing, that yearning, that desperate need to be close to someone. She didn’t really understand the concept…
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Dora And Velma Kick Ass
You Didn’t Ask for it. You didn’t even think it, but here it is. A short script for the AWESOME Concept of Dora the Explorer and Velma Dinkley (of Scooby Doo fame) meeting in their very own mystery, to kick ass against the notorious Dr. Edmund Vile. This is an original script written by BlackXanthus,…
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Spirit Journey
Nostros took the first caravan going anywhere, plying his small trade as a bandager and maker of simple herbal potions. He also offered his small skill with the sword. The bigger caravans were well provisioned with clerics and warriors, better able to protect themselves. Nostros found himself with a place with a small poor caravan,…