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CCC124: Mind The Steps

There’s a ghost on the steps. Don’t be ridiculous! But there is, I tell you. There are no such things. It’s a Roman soldier, I’ve seen it. Yea? I think not. You don’t believe me? Then come with me. Now … Continue reading

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Regent Road

We were on holiday, me and me boyfriend, so I had to bring something back. I mean, Mum hadn’t liked us going, said it weren’t proper, but Dad told her to give over and to get with the times. It … Continue reading

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He’ll Eat You Up and Gobble You Down

I’d heared of him; he lived in the hills above our town. “Don’t you go there,” our mother would say. “He’ll eat you up and gobble you down.” We thought him a gobelin or ogre or such, created out of … Continue reading

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CCC112: Mind the Puddles

Prison. What a great way to end 2020. And why? “Ms Carpory, you are charged with the irretrievable destruction of twenty cubic meters of the Universe. THIS Universe. OUR Universe.” But it wasn’t intentional, I didn’t know. No one said … Continue reading

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Forbidden

Mailak slumped, legs slung over the precipice, swinging them idly. Mailak wasn’t happy. “I forbid you,” her father had said. “And I refuse your prohibition. I’m not a child. I’ve left you once already, you didn’t stop me then.” “No, … Continue reading

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The Liminal Bird

Alice pulled the wishbone with her brother. “Hey! I get the wish.” She closed her eyes and thought really hard. But what was the point in this blighted nation? “Come on, Alice,” said her brother, “or I’ll make my wish.” “I … Continue reading

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CCC109: The Glint of Gold

“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff. “You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.” “But, Dad…” His father edged … Continue reading

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CCC105: Lady Anne

“Lady, where are you wintering this year?” asked Lady Anne’s iridescent-armoured beau. “Burlingham. As usual,” she answered, a little bit haughty. “But, Lady, you know who’ll be there.” She turned a scornful look on him. “Lady, he wears black and … Continue reading

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CCC103: Annie’s House

Annie’s colleagues didn’t like her. She was stern, they said; she never smiled. Yet with me, she was fine. She invited me to dinner, after work one Friday night. “What the…!” I said when I saw where she lived. She nodded, … Continue reading

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CCC102: The Long-Shanks

“Mally!” His cousin, deep-voiced, called him. “Mally, come on, stop hiding. Me and the boys are going out on the lake.” Malcolm wanted to call in return, not to venture out there. But to alert the others was to give … Continue reading

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