Tag: short-story
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The cafe was noisy, in that vague, cheap music and bad coffee machines way. She was conspicuous here, with her silence and her horns, but people were very carefully not looking at her. Having to wait for him annoyed her. Most things about him annoyed her. She had already decided…
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“The main house was built in 1774 and has four hidden rooms. We use them to rest after haunting humans. And to hide from the cats.” Cats could see ghosts. More to the point, cats judged ghosts. Only one life, and then carry on working after that? Cats had loftier…
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There was a trick to it. There had to be. He circles the base stone, making sure to put a “deep in thought” look on his face in case anyone was watching. In all fairness he is thinking, just not very deeply or well. Those types of thoughts tended to…
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Third of JuneBygone Manor My dear Louise, I’ve obtained one core and three spawns. Immediately, I was able to establish that they are not a hive mind – none of them knew we’d captured the others! To reabsorb a spawn, it seems the core – he calls himself John –…
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At fourteen, she had exactly two options: she could stay at the orphanage – she’d read enough Dickens to know it wasn’t a bad one – or she could go to a military academy. That would have been fine up until the attacks of 2093, when the academies all upped…
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Writing love letters at school was dangerous business. Someone could find it, and he’d never live it down. Three years left at this school, though if the letter were found maybe he’d have himself thrown out. He wasn’t sure how to go about that, but Tommy H, a year below…
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She sat on the hood of her car, on a bluff overlooking one of the agricultural roads into town. She wasn’t hidden from view – she didn’t need to be. She didn’t want to be. It mattered that they could see her up there. So much of being a warlord…
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He touched the crown of her head reverently. She was tiny. Tiny and perfect. The stork that dropped her off finished preening its feathers and flew off, perching for a while on the nearest tree to make sure people saw a baby had been delivered. A few minutes later it…
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“How can sharks play cards? They don’t have hands.” He would have rolled his eyes, but that would have made her continue that line of jokes. “Anyway, isn’t it illegal?” She asked, changing topics. If only he were as good at card games as at their little games, he wouldn’t…
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