The Bountiful Harvest and the Eye of Cupid
Now, Seamus was a faerie who lived in the coastal Faerie Realm...
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The Parable of the Obi of Ogwashi Ukwu and the Farmer’s Daughter
Now, I have ventured to Nigeria on several occasions, all but a few for business reasons...
AXIS
As I recall it, not so very long ago, while walking along a timeworn cobblestone wall, I discovered an old, old door, nestled in a cleft, all grown about with ivy. Truth be told, I nearly missed it; I certainly would have, in fact, if not for this odd thing
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The Bountiful Harvest and the Eye of Cupid
Now, Seamus was a faerie who lived in the coastal Faerie Realm...
King Rashid the Just
Have I told you about my brief time spent in the court of King Rashid The Just?
Excerpt of Conversation - on "the Viscountess"
...so I told the Viscountess that these sorts of things happen all the time...
"Dear Lewis" - On Scandal
Dear Lewis,
In light of your recent plunge into overwhelming public disapproval, I felt the need to share with you a few words written by a friend of mine.
“Scandal is gossip made tedious by morality.”
And in case you are in fact guilty of your alleged wrongdoings and actually
An Effort of Recruitment
There are only three conceivable means by which this missive could have come into your possession...
An Unsuitable Likeness
Four months ago to the day, I commissioned a portrait depicting myself in a moderately somber light...
An Invitation
To whom it may concern, most formal greetings...
Buying Stands
I was standing by bystanders, standing-by by standing standers-by, by-standing by buyers standing standing-by by standing buyers, buying standing stands standing by by-standing standers, standing by by-standing standing stands standing-by by by-standing standers standing by standing stands bought by standing buyers standing by standing-by buyers standing, by standing standers-by, standing-by
Thirteen Ways to Look at Rocks
Fiat - A word, and among other things, there was a rock.
Farewell
The plume, held in ancient hands, gracefully strokes across the sepia leaf.
It dips, one last time for ink, and ends the final sentence...
Visions
The ‘count I now will quote to you
In dream to me was shown...
Work's Final Call
Nelson Bussard glanced over his thick rectangular spectacles at the ding of the old doorbell above the creaky wooden door to his shop. In the dim light he could only see the man’s silhouette: tall, lanky, ruffled looking with a fuzzy black hat tilted back and to the left.
The Parable of the Obi of Ogwashi Ukwu and the Farmer’s Daughter
Now, I have ventured to Nigeria on several occasions, all but a few for business reasons...
Costumes You Can't Wear
It recently came to my attention that non-Polynesian children dressing up as their favorite seafaring non-princess Moana are guilty of offensive cultural appropriation...
The Princess Limerick
There was a young boy who was ill, and his grandfather brought, not a pill, but a story to read to his grandson in need full of sword-fights and magic and thrills....
AXIS - SPOILER MODE
This is the spoiler-mode version of the short story "Axis." If you don't want the "Easter-egg" I've hidden in the story given away, please don't continue reading. Instead, go and read the original story here.
As I recall it, not
AXIS
As I recall it, not so very long ago, while walking along a timeworn cobblestone wall, I discovered an old, old door, nestled in a cleft, all grown about with ivy. Truth be told, I nearly missed it; I certainly would have, in fact, if not for this odd thing