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Circumlocutions
The story goes like this: you bump into someone. That is the beginning, for all stories need one – for if there weren’t one, we would all be stuck, unable to know where to start, unable to know how this all came to be, unable to know what to make out of it. For meaning is derived from evolution, and so any story has got to have a beginning and an end, so we can see the progression, the growth, and the message within.Your story is boring.You bump into someone, as one does every day. No one can build a compelling story out of that. You bump into someone, and instantly fall in love. You bump into...
The Cobalt Crusader’s Turn
“Sweet Lady Liberty, this is a nice kitchen.” The Masked Deceiver dropped the cup of tea she was holding and phase-shifted two feet into the air, making a noise that was half way between a kitten that had been stepped on and a quickly deflating balloon. She landed inelegantly on the kitchen floor and swore as a shard of porcelain bit into her bare heel. Looking round for anything she could use for a weapon, she snatched the nearest thing to her and brandished it at her arch nemesis, the Cobalt Crusader. “How did you find me?” squawked the Monster that Stalked the Streets of Brooklyn and Struck...
Gifting the Giver
Kentucky, Tuck to his friends, sat back on his haunches, admiring the freshly painted handrail running the length of Mrs. Robin’s front steps. Lovingly carved from an oak tree Tuck’s parents had planted 50 years ago, the handrail would allow Mrs. Robins to manage the 4-step elevation without risk of falling again. The feeling of exhilaration at having solved someone else’s problem never faded away. It stoked a fire deep inside Tuck’s chest where he had thought only embers lay. Tuck gathered up the last of his tools and stowed them in the bed of his trusty Ford. He needed to leave now before Br...
chrysocolla
There are three hours to go, on this busy Saturday shift. All day it's been cold, wet and windy outside, crowds of Christmas shoppers trudging grimly, doggedly, past the windows along the High Street, huddled in their faux-furriest winter coats, collars turned up. The cabinets need dusting, stock needs replacing, little cards with tiny writing, with the names of gems, and prices. Kunzite pendant, £390. Stacking ring set in topaz, peridot, citrine, £25 each or £70 for three; size L. The crystals glint, dazzling, sparking thoughts of faery-realwww.onedoor.ccms, winter wonderland, icy grottos, a dragon's secr...