Category Archives: Shorts

Shrine or Tomb or Place of Translation

I’d made a mistake, I shouldn’t have enrolled on this course. I’d never wrap my head around this alien culture. “The body is then taken into the shrine,” the lecturer continued as onscreen an image appeared of what I’d swear … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: The Flatulent One

‘See!’ Chimalis addressed the pilgrims. ‘At Huracan’s first creation, the gods created humans from mud. But mud has no voice to worship the gods, and so the gods destroyed them in a deluge.’ The pilgrims knew the story, yet the … Continue reading

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Cold Hands, Cold Heart

Glacial – the place you called home Glacial – the love you claimed you bore me Glacial – the heart you said was devoted to me Glacial – the smile you seldom turned on me Glacial – the looks that … Continue reading

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Finish the Story: The Locomotive Part Four

Teresa’s bit: Every summer since Charlie turned six was spent on Grandpa’s Iowa farm. Charlie loved to run through the fields chasing butterflies and spent his nights laying on the cool grass, watching the fireflies and Milky Way. Life was … Continue reading

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Oh, Yawn, Yawn, Yawn

I am bored, said Tal-a-pus, and stretched and yawned and farted and grumped. Nothing to do but to watch people cavort in the calm rolling waves beneath me. Morning till night, night till dawn, day after day, year after year. … Continue reading

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What Pegman Saw: My Destination

Up early, a last double-check of the pack. Everything in, nothing forgotten? The taxi toots. We bundle in. ‘Coach station please.’ Saturday, turnaround day, the holidaymakers go home. The driver calls, ‘London Victoria.’ That’s ours. The coach is crowded, multi-ethnic … Continue reading

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CCC#30: A Ramblers Tale

Now settle down and listen well, for a rambler’s tale I here do tell: I walked, you see … Through fens and fields in various states, over broken stiles and five-bar gates; I took a break upon a bank (shoes … Continue reading

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