Tag: fiction
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Countdown – A Short Paragraph Story
Ever since I heard, there’s been this impending sense of DOOM. Stupid really, as it’s only a minuscule thing now and I won’t be able to notice anything for a good while yet. But I know! It is coming, there is no escape from it and it must be faced. I’m trying to be positive,…
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Your Seat – A Short Paragraph Story
I cannot sit where you sat, there is still too much you left behind. I saw you there everyday, basking in the sun, warm with contentment. I envied you and jealously wished I had the same opportunity to sit, quiet and still and relaxed. Now your seat is empty, and it beckons me, calls to…
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Suppression – A Short Paragraph Story
Your support is really suppression and constriction, and while you hold me up you also hold me back. When you are close for too long you chafe me, yet each morning I embrace the way you mold me. By days end I revel in my liberation as I discard your confining ways, and yet I…
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Enlightenment – A Short Paragraph Story
The Hobb-lin Fumb-lin Monks follow the path of Fro Zen. Fro Zen teaches that meditating naked in a blizzard, on a bare mountain peak, will guide you to Enlightenment. Which it does! because after the local surgeon Mr N’Ligh Tenment removes your frostbitten fingers and toes, the radiant shine of enlightenment teaches you that it…
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Success – A Short Paragraph Story
My success rate varies, hearts can be very hard to win. Patience is the name of the game, and I have plenty of experience with that. My evenings are spent practising skills and developing strategies, all aimed at making the ladies fall for me: the slow approach, the fancy flourish, the delicate manoeuvring, the calculated…
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Death – A Short Paragraph Story
A quick, sharp death was all that was given as the glory of youth were cut down in their prime. No gentle decline into old age for them, their future taken away by a moment of greed. What was theirs was wanted by another, and so death was planned on a blue sky day. Today…
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Snow – A Short Paragraph Story
It’s the middle of winter with snow down to sea level. I rub my hands through my hair and watch as small white flakes swirl and drift down to my feet. I step away from the window and murmur, “Better buy some more shampoo.” © ceenoa
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Regret – A Short Paragraph Story
Regret shines in your eyes as you look at me. “You shouldn’t have done that” you say softly. I gaze at your familiar features, and sadly nod my head, “I know, but I was weak and selfish.” “What will happen now?” you ask me. “Now”, I whisper, “now, I will turn around and walk away.”…
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My Cats don’t read – but they are Psychic!
I have discovered a very sad lack here at WordPress – you can’t insert a picture in a comment! Now, normally, I would not want to insert a comment, but my Cats have a pressing need to convey their feelings about a story I read yesterday. (You can read the original story, written by Hugh…
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Monsters
Monsters All those old sci-fi movies, where the aliens were, well, alien, in a green skin, extra appendages, killing-everything-in-sight kind of way, didn’t prepare Humanity for the real monsters: us. Now, why would I say such a thing about my own species? I guess I can write it now, seeing as I believe I am…
Claudette
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