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Competition Is Its Own Life Blood

Lentilah Blossom stood at her door and checked her watch. One minute past the hour. Where was the old bat? Just winding me up, she thought. She’s the one who’s moaning if I’m even a fraction late. Well, just you … Continue reading

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Remaining sanguine #isms #shortfiction

You know what’s the worst thing about being a black vampire? People laugh at you when you say you can’t stand the sun. They think you’re a wuss. Drives me nuts and it’s meant I’ve gone undercover, spending my days … Continue reading

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What Wood You Do?

‘And…?’ Robinia danced about nervously, her roots showing with each twitch. Oaken Treestump frowned at the flashes of the shrub’s exposed unbarkedness. Really these saplings had no sense. She’d topple over if the wind picked up and then where would … Continue reading

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Getting The Right Signal #carrotranch

‘You look exhausted, Morgan.’ ‘It’s mum and her death wish.’ ‘Death wish?’ ‘Well, wishes. This whole “when I go…” malarkey.’ ‘It was the music last week…?’ ‘Oh that was easy. She told me yesterday she doesn’t trust me to carry … Continue reading

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Pearl Barley And The Tree Sprites Of Badger’s Trollope #writephoto

Pearl Barley stood by the lectern. Pearl was a recently qualified exorcist working for Spirits Release, the leading secular agency in the UK. It specialised in the management of an individual’s post-life inertia following a personalised expiration event (commonly known … Continue reading

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Textile Trauma

The two detectives paused, while a constable held up the police bunting for them to duck underneath. The little chequered octagons (‘those darling little octoidals are so this year’) hung limply in the airless glade, the heat oppressive. Detective constable … Continue reading

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How To Toast A Crumpet

Colin had not felt this way for a long time, but then again it had been a while since he had drunk tea. Tea, he associated with Aunts. And Aunts with knitwear. And knitwear with cheek pinching. And Colin had … Continue reading

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