Tag: tiny story
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The Woman Who Painted Love Hearts (Snapshot Stories 13)
At first the woman set herself up in the little tree-lined park, just to the left of the entrance, on the grass and among the trees. She set out her little desk and stool, and carefully pulled out a scrapbook – the kind you can buy at the supermarket, a shallow plastic tub which had…
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The Woman Walked (Snapshot Stories 11)
The road edges frayed into stones and sand. The woman’s footfalls were as quick as they’d been at dawn, even if her feet were now caked in dirt and dust. At her side, the large dog ambled easily. It was invisible to everyone except her. Occasional locals speared her with wondering glances, but didn’t cross…
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The River Being (Snapshot Stories 10)
The being who appeared before us in the river that night was radiant with stars. Around her, the air prickled with the sound of distant oceans, and she moved and circled restlessly in the way water won’t keep still. But it was her eyes that made me catch my breath. They were a wild wind…
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Boulevard of Discarded Dreams (Snapshot Stories 8)
We race along the Boulevard of Discarded Dreams, heady with excitement and fizzing with mingled disbelief and joy. We cannot believe we are here at last! We’ve dumped our things in the nearest matchbox-sized digs and now we’re free to explore. Above the Boulevard, the sun is setting behind the hills, and it paints the…
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The Dream which Fell Into the Ocean (Snapshot Stories 4)
One night, the dream wasn’t being called to by anyone. It was alone as it sat on the edge of its cloud and swung its legs idly backwards and forwards into the night sky. And then, it happened. The dream wasn’t sure how. One moment it was on its cloud, the next moment, something shifted…
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The Path (Snapshot Stories 3)
If you had been awake this morning, you might have seen the path to the Other World. It was glowing bright and clear. Full of promise and suspended in eternity. But even as you grabbed your pack and kissed your sweetheart and called for your friends the birds to lend you their wings, the Gods…
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The Pirates and the Moonbow Ship (Snapshot Stories 2)
The Pirates had chosen a rather cloudy dusk to launch their new moonbow ship into the sky. Because, as everyone knows, dusk is the most auspicious time to launch moonbow ships. Clouds are not quite as welcome, but the experts are still divided as to whether they are wholly unwelcome. There were mutterings among the crew,…
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