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Ground Rules
Continuing the time-slip story, Can of Worms, a 16 year girl’s rune-aided hunt for a serial killer . . . Read on I was pleased as peeps when the dinner bell sounded. “Gotta go,” I said. “I missed my breakfast, … Continue reading
Wait! Autumn comes
. . . on airy brushes bright with tints
A Distant Parting
Continuing the time-slip story, Can of Worms, a 16 year girl’s rune-aided hunt for a serial killer . . . Read on Arvina! She freezes, iciness spreading within her. She’d thought never to hear that voice again. Where is he? … Continue reading
Dunwich River
Dunwich, situated at the mouth of the Dunwich River, was chosen, c.630, by Saint Felix, the first bishop of the East Angles, to be his seat. And there the East Anglian bishopric sat until the thriving kingdom was overrun by … Continue reading
Post Party
Has someone thrown away a stale, uneaten, wobegone pizza? No, it’s just some Unidentifiable Fungal Object.
Fades
When summer fades the colours soften . . . The riotous colours of autumn have yet to arrive . . .
Body-Gate
Continuing the time-slip story, Can of Worms, a 16 year girl’s rune-aided hunt for a serial killer . . . Read on Up! Come on. Up-up-up! They’re here, they’re waiting. I squinted against the sun’s light, streaming in through the … Continue reading
Old Sailors
Old sailors never die . . . It’s just their boats end up this way!
Togrim
Continuing the time-slip story, Can of Worms, a 16 year girl’s rune-aided hunt for a serial killer . . . Read on I woke to half-light, Arvina’s voice in my head telling me she hadn’t yet told me of Togrim. … Continue reading