Short Story
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The Roots That Clutch
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches growOut of this stony rubbish? Son of man,You cannot say, or guess, for you know onlyA heap of broken images, where the sun beats,And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,And the dry stone no sound of water. OnlyThere is shadow under this red… Read more
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The Untimely Death of Lilly Rainwater
When R. M. Greta and Hylia announced their Hallowtide project, I knew I had to contribute. Make sure to check out the project details here and then enjoy the other ghoulish delights whipped up for your delectation. To: Shauna@HallowtideU.edu Cc: Melissa@HallowtideU.edu Subject: Re: Ethnographic Research Project Body: Hi Shauna and Melissa, My name is Ed Sherman, and I lived in Hallowtide back when… Read more
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The Road Home
The black Mercedes roared down the winding two-lane blacktop. Snow fell thick and fast, blowing across the road in undulating sheets and erasing the faded yellow lines even in the car’s high beams. A green sign, snow caking its edges, stood silent sentinel. New Smyrna, 5 miles, it promised. Beyond the sign, an aging guardrail was the… Read more
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The Stone in the Forest
For the record, the setting is 1930s Britain at the time of the Spanish Civil War. Oscar was eleven when he was sent to live with his Uncle Pelligro on the outskirts of a village called Fane. It was a year fraught with upheavals, and moving into the ramshackle house on the forest’s edge seemed… Read more