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Category Archives: short stories
The two youngsters had decided to run way as they were fed up with being told what to do by their elders. Unbeknown to them, this was quite common for Trolls their age and so steps had been taken for … Continue reading
This is one of Teresa’s (The Haunted Wordsmith) new challenges Today’s genre: Fairy Tale Photo: ‘Follow the Light.’ ‘The Light is calling.’ Hundreds awaken to search for their destiny. In a leafy glade, a lantern shines. As night falls, shimmers … Continue reading
This week write a Fairy Tale using the following title. The Fairy With the Broken Wing She sat in the fairy forest, put her head in her hands and wept tears of anguish and sorrow, totally oblivious to the pain … Continue reading
Dorothy Poole settled herself with a cup of tea and a scone at the little patio table outside her apartment, Twix contentedly curled up beside her on the arm of the chair. Today was the 6th of January, 12th Night, … Continue reading
She was a pain, and a vain one at that. Nothing was ever good enough, and she was obsessed with her hair. Arnie had had enough of her preening in front of the mirror, the trips to the beauty salon … Continue reading
Several comments on my post in response to Sue’s writephoto Summit yesterday were curious as to who the man was helping Lady Elenor. I’ve followed it up with this and hope it fills in the gap. Ivan led her away, trembling … Continue reading
The soft music played over the intercom in the minimarket. It was a classic piece from yesteryear, the kind of music that made you sway gently and put you in the mood to dance. He came in alone, wearing a … Continue reading
Dorothy Poole put the kettle on watching Twix in the communal garden. He was such a good cat, she was glad Jerry had allowed him to stay with her after Jean died. Of course she missed Tom, but Twix was … Continue reading
Syd Stone looked across at the vultures sitting around the boardroom table. Joanna was right, she didn’t know any of them. The funeral had taken some arranging, but it had gone off without a hitch, the Book of Condolence duly … Continue reading