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short story: the eminence's ghosts
Miss Chester swept out of the room, snatching up her ectoplasm -
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short story: the forester
Anne, who had been fidgeting with a ribbon on her sleeve, said, “There ain’t less magic in the world! There’s just more candles!” and looked jolly proud of herself.
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start of a short story: the forester
Once upon a time, in a village that the forest was all around, and was before, and is now after, there was a priest.
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short story: the tinker's second pack
There's no answer, of course. She felt the silence of the house too deeply for there to be an answer.
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start of a short story: the tinker's second pack
it isn't action. i am action-averse.
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three stories not about birds: owl 2017
"Don’t move her. I’ll find the house phone."
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four stories not about fruit: redcurrant
She turned back to Opal. "Shame your nosing about didn't include any research into my finances. I don't have that kind of money to throw at things I like, never mind grasping little tarts in Argos earrings."
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four stories not about fruit: grapefruit
When I look back down the three women have trailing afterimages. Dance through it, I think, you've danced through worse.
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three stories not about birds: crane 2052
He had too many cranes to flock on his windowsill, so a few days earlier he had borrowed a slim piece of wire and stacked them all on it, piercing them through the crests of their backs like beads.
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four stories not about fruit: apple
I go to rinse out my teacup and look out of the kitchen window. My good ash-handled iron fork is upright, kicked down into the earth at the edge of my calendula bed. I wonder who will bring it indoors before rain if I can't.
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three stories not about birds: gull 2029
Miriam rolled back over to look up at the deepening sky, holding her notebook on her belly with both hands. "I miss looking things up." "That's why you robbed the libraries."
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four stories not about fruit: lime
"Noor!" the blonde exclaimed, leaping up from her chair. "We thought you'd been blown to Shropshire!" Noor held out both her hands to be clasped. "Tosh, Lilian, you've never really believed I can cross running water."