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A piece to mark International Women’s Day on 08 March: A short story about a woman and a place using picture prompts …
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A wise man once said that ‘bad things will happen to you if you live long enough’. It rang true for Irene …
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London was never this dark. Not even with the fog black as soot and thick as a toff’s curtains did it …
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She shrieked. He saw a flash of bare skin and in his mind lights flared in a hospital room but vanished as …
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I say this continual smoking must have been one cause, at least, of his peculiar disposition for every one. Whether ashore or afloat, is terribly infected with the nameless misteries.
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Did I say safely lodged? At the time I thought we were quite safe, and so did Perry. He was praying—raising his voice in thanksgiving at our deliverance—and had just completed a sort of paeon of gratitude that the thing couldnt climb a tree when without warning.
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Did I say safely lodged? At the time I thought we were quite safe, and so did Perry. He was praying—raising his voice in thanksgiving at our deliverance—and had just completed a sort of paeon of gratitude that the thing couldnt climb a tree when without warning.
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Did I say safely lodged? At the time I thought we were quite safe, and so did Perry. He was praying—raising his voice in thanksgiving at our deliverance—and had just completed a sort of paeon of gratitude that the thing couldnt climb a tree when without warning.
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Had I still retained the suspicion that we were on earth the sight that met my eyes would quite entirely have banished it. Emerging from the forest was a colossal beast which closely resembled a bear. It was fully as large as the largest.
Dragged into Stubb’s boat with blood-shot, blinded eyes, the white brine caking in his wrinkles; the long tension of Ahab’s bodily strength did crack, and helplessly he yielded to his body’s doom: for a time, lying all crushed in the bottom of Stubb’s boat, like one trodden under foot of herds of elephants.
The night was really terrible; it would be a miracle if the craft did not founder. Twice it could have been all over with her if the crew had not been constantly on the watch. Aouda was exhausted, but did not utter a complaint. More than once Mr. Fogg rushed to protect her from the violence of the waves.
I faced about again, and rushed towards the approaching Martian, rushed right down the gravelly beach and headlong into the water. Others did the same. A boatload of people putting back came leaping out as I rushed past. The stones under my feet were muddy and slippery, and the river was so low that I ran perhaps twenty feet scarcely.
I gave a cry of astonishment. I saw and thought nothing of the other four Martian monsters; my attention was riveted upon the nearer incident. Simultaneously two other shells burst in the air near the body as the hood twisted round in time to receive, but not in time to dodge, the fourth shell.
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I say this continual smoking must have been one cause, at least, of his peculiar disposition for every one. Whether ashore or afloat, is terribly infected with the nameless misteries.
Great idea, great difference in the stories I love it!
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Naomi, Teacher
I loved reading this short story on my commute to work. Elvis lives on!
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Joe, The Commuter
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Tracie likes to write about place, belonging and silence (intended and unintended) and hopes her readers will be left with a desire to explore and create their own stories. Her writing can also be found at Lithgow Area Local News, https://lithgowlocalnews.com/ and Bushwalk Australia Magazine https://bushwalk.com/magazine. - Teller of tall stories
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