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So Storytime Sunday, you may have noticed, has ceased. It was an enlightening and rewarding experiment in many ways, and one that I hope to repeat after the start of the new year, but it had reached the point where … Continue reading
Jack Gardner wiped the sweat from his brow, leaving a trail of dirt to cling to his still-soaked face. The night air of late autumn was cool, even chilly when a breeze picked up, but the digging would overheat him … Continue reading
The dream came back, as it had every night for the past week. It was an autumn day on an abandoned beach, the sky foreboding, the seas calm, and a persistent beeping filling the air. She walked without purpose, bundled … Continue reading
The story had got out about the fisherman and his wife, but the part everyone remembered was that there was a magical wish-granting fish residing somewhere in the lake near the rotting ruins of the hovel where the fisherman’s old … Continue reading