Category: Stories

The Cottage – Part Twenty Eight – (Short Story)

Posted on August 11, 2019 by

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Jim was stuck again by the shift in atmosphere. With all these bodies luxuriating by the firelight it was indeed downright homey. The warmth was pleasant. But it was also naseuting. Jim did not trust these fine feelings. He did not want comradarie with…

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The Cottage – Part Twenty Six – (Short Story)

Posted on August 9, 2019 by

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The fire was already blazing. Its warmth and the presence of people gave the austere cottage a homey feel. Jim was surprised by the party that had gathered. There were four guests. Which to his accustomed isolation qualified as a crowd. Elsa was stoking…

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The Cottage – Part Twenty Five – (Short Story)

Posted on August 8, 2019 by

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It took awhile for Jim to regain his senses. The dusk had settled. There was nothing left to do but head for shelter. The thought that terrified him most was that anything was possible. He kept feeling himself pulled along by strange tides. All…

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The Cottage – Part Twenty Two – (Short Story)

Posted on August 4, 2019 by

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The first sensation was confusion. The second was thirst. Jim had never been that thirsty. He was ungainly on his feet and had to grip the closet door to keep from rejoining the floor. He swung it open and found everything normal. There were…

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The Cottage – Part Twenty One – (Short Story)

Posted on August 3, 2019 by

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He awoke in a desert. There was nothing about save for countless dunes that undulated like waves in every direction. The reddish sand was cold. In fact everything was cold despite the brightest sun that Jim had ever beheld. It was well nigh white…

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Funny Dreams

Posted on August 3, 2019 by

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I really don’t recall the exact progression but it did feature an old flame. Someone who is very often forgotten behind a veil of things that actually matter. She’s a tall girl of my own blood. That is she is Slavic though there is…

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The Cottage – Part Nineteen – (Short Story)

Posted on August 1, 2019 by

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There it was balanced just so on the couch’s arm. Everything was the same. Manila colored, red lettered, and all – it was Hant’s letter. The very correspondence he’d so recently consigned to the fire. “No.” He said rising to his feet and reeling….

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