Tag: fantasy
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On Un-Becoming God by Mercy Grey
God died quietly on a Saturday afternoon. He died on his back, His vast body unharmed and restful. He fell in a field of flowers. Just as a little girl might press expiring blossoms between the pages of her journal to preserve them evermore, God’s wings fanned out around…
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The Elves of Cheshire by Alex LeGrys
I once knew the elvesof Cheshire and drank theirpotions eagerly, begging forjust one more drop they live in shrunken housesand drink fine ales and organic wines,yet they fast till dusk if you haven’t done theirbidding they draw cedar wandsadorned with crystals,casting strange spells readfrom mass-producedpamphlets they watch their mirrors liketelevisions–…
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Midnight Menagerie by Philip Andrew Lisi
The Dutch rabbitsits on the dresser,head tilted down,admiring the fur featheringat the tips of her creme-colored toesbefore her gaze falls upon the gray fox,wiry and wild-eyed,proud of his voluminous tailand maybe just a little bit wickedas he looks across the roomto the desk where the wombat lounges,lazy and stout,eyes closed,claws…
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Fiery Quilt by Nandy Dibyasree
The Seamstress. That was what she was known as, the most omniscient witch in all of existence. She held in her palms the tapestries of every world amidst the crevices that peered through time and space. Each era, each incident, each recollection, was etched into her omnipotent needles. Regarded as…
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Goddess of the Beach by Zack Taft
She settled herself into the warm sand; her eyes closed for a moment. It felt like a dream. She was barefooted and wearing a red dress, a floppy straw hat, and oversized sunglasses. “Grampa, will you stop that?” He was doing an embarrassing dance on the white sand, mumbling…
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A Victorian Affair by Perry Genovesi
When Ellen landed at the tunnel’s end, she noticed, under clouds of soot, a lone rowhome. It appeared like the thousands across the city – three stories, all brick, cornbread-yellow shutters. Each window was dirt-coated or bathed in shadow. What was it doing here, in the ruins of an old…
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The Landscape Artist by S.T. Otlowski
The painter sighed as he surveyed his newest project through the dusty windshield of his battered truck. This job, he thought, was going to take a lot longer than his original estimate. He reminded himself to never take another commission without first walking the ground. The area was mostly rolling…
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Mountain Cometh by Stuart Christianson
We like Autumn, Winter, and Spring. We like the way in Autumn it feels like each tree has its own fireplace, licks of flame dancing on the branches before they float down to the ground. We like the harshness of Winter, the cozy comfort of tucking ourselves away as the…
