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? ?Move the sky!? The man in the big top hat shouted. It was a bright, beautiful July day. The man in the big top hat was referred to as Mr. Chance; he was a jolly man who wore only the most expensive suits and a ravishing eye monocle. He looked upwards as the great mechanical hands reached...

by Darrick Dishaw

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Dear reader of this unorthodox journal, What was supposed to be a record of my happy and content life has been scribbled out by the diseased, orange crayon of another man?s will? a sorcerer who I simultaneously know and do not know. Now these entries seem like a portrayal of my...

by Darrick Dishaw

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Men in gore draped robes surrounded me like a scarlet sea of occult convicts; all of them refugees from a philosophy that was opposed to humanity in any form. One of them speaks; a vocalization that I was unprepared for oozes out of his shadowed face. Then it is repeated. A serpentine...

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a lonely man in the woods

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(Just as a side note, the handle came first, but a childhood spent being terrified of possessed and malevolent dolls ensured that I had to write a story like this sooner or later. :wink: ) "The Ventriloquist" At the start of the show, we walk out, the two of us, from the...

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the roman boyfriend sorry about the livejournal thing; it seemed a bit too long to post in here.

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(A Gira-style attempt a la The Consumer) I'm stooped, hesitating near her face as we stand outside the restrooms. Her young head is upturned, but her acne still visible in the dim corridor. Good. At the table, before taking my order, she'd borrowed some of my motel lotion for her...

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I awoke in my bed. A cold sweat had formed on my head. Upon further inspection I discovered that this sweat covered my entire body. I looked at the clock on my bedside table. I had only been asleep for an hour, yet it felt like days. My eyes raced about the room in a panic like manner. ...

A Short Story by Leigh Blackmore

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'Dr Nadurnian's Golem" was published in Australia (only) in Cat Sparks (ed) AGOG! FANTASTIC FICTION in 2002.

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A Short Short Story

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To Detective Sergeant Desaults it was just another pre-dawn crime scene. The victims had been found in a quiet street near the Allegheny River so that’s where he was headed. Formerly, he wasn’t much of a morning person and he had hated having to get up for these early calls. Lately, he...

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The Asylum The door collapsed to the floor giving off a loud reverberating crash that resounded through the hollow halls of the abandoned mental asylum. I peered inside, holding a flashlight in one hand and the handgun the policeman with us had issued me in the other, and took the...

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I imagine God wandering through vast verdant fields. There are no humans and no creatures - only nature. The grass is knee high. The soil is soft under his sandals. The wind blows, causing his beard and tunic to sway elegantly. God is pretty proud of himself. “I’d say I’ve done a...

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I ventured out, into the yard. To watch the children play, feeding my inner delight for days long gone. My legs are tired and weak or maybe my legs have grown tired of me. All I have left are memories, vessels into the past. When I’m not reminiscing, I’m teaching. I love to see their...

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The air was harsh, the world cold. Whiteness surrounded me, clouding the sky and clutching my ankles. Every step taken was tough, then again there’s never any easy steps in life. I walked and walked some more; all the while snow smacked my face. Coming to a halt, I looked up. It towered...

A Christmas Story

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Hello, everyone. I wrote the bulk of this story on Christmas Day, and thought I would share it here, since it's been a while since my last contribution to the repository. I hope you enjoy!

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There is a manuscript written. There. I've said it. It's done. I find myself reluctant to even write about the existence of that accursed thing. That dreadful writing, enough to make one's skin crawl. I turn, I close my eyes to try and wash the knowledge of it away. It's still...

by Unknown

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My homage to David Lynch, Christopher Nolan and Raymond Chandler.

by Noel Pratt

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All that stuff we read -- what's it doing to our brains? Read and find out!

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Decoys Thursday: I think I could be foreseeing a future event through my dream. I know it sounds crazy – but apparently it is quite common! The books I have been reading say that people can have precognition and prophecy through dreams. The trouble is that mine tends to suggest a...