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Daily Snippit: Urban/Suburban Fantasy

There is nothing quite so disturbing as waking up nose to nose with a horse. A very large, very white, very mystical looking horse. Samantha groaned and closed her eyes, shutting out the hallucination. She had vague memories from last night’s All Hallows Eve party, and they were enough to confirm the four-legged visitor was…

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Circular Logic

So this is it, huh? I dunno. Of course you don’t, you never know, that’s the whole point to it. The meaning of life is that there is no meaning? No you idiot, the meaning is you only see things in retrospect. It’s not that there’s no meaning, you’re just too close to it. Can’t…

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What happened to my spaceships?

Ya know, if someone had told me back when I was five that I’d spend most of my life doing things that weren’t ‘fun’… I think I would have crawled back into the sofa cushion fort and refused to come out. Not that I have a bad job, mind you, I just never expected to…

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A Dark and Stormy Night

[WARNING: This story is very silly and contains overly emotional waterfowl. It also need editing, stat.] It was a dark and stormy night, two figures stood in the misting rain, gazing lovingly into each others eyes. They stood in silence, lost in contemplation and growing ever more besotted with one another. Finally one spoke. “I…

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Silent Night

“Do not go gentle into that good night,” It’s nearing dusk and the last shards of amber light wrap around the building protectively. The tinted rays transform the peeling paint and rusty fence into a time-worn photograph. Only the swaying of the ancient dogwood’s leaves break the stillness.Everyone has their own gift. That is what…

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