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General Fiction, Short Fiction

Most of the Things He Remembered Took Place Long Before He was Born * by J Bradley Minnick

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Neither Mr. Dunner nor I knew which now-gone relative carefully placed the photographs in the chimneys. Had it not been for Mr. Dunner’s care, we wouldn’t have known the photographs existed. All that I know for sure is that Old Da, my grandmother, took up each newly discovered photograph and studied the emergence of her former self (portrayed in various instants), but there was more to it than that. I’ve come to believe that all the while she was either healing or dying, and I expect we were both waiting for some coda of presentiment.

Let’s go back to the beginning:

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All Stories, General Fiction

Tilda the Ice Maiden and her life in the tundra circa 1785 BCE by Lincoln Hayes

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Let’s make one thing clear: I’m not a necrophiliac.

But I am in love with a three-thousand-eight-hundred-year-old corpse.

There.

I said it.

Ethics committee be damned.

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Alan’s Lost Domain by Michael Bloor

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Alan had a presentiment of a Nelson Rockefeller Moment in Dorothy’s shower, so he chose the healthy granola option for breakfast, rather than a bacon roll. It was a rare, cold, bright, windless, January day. After he’d loaded the dishwasher, he decided to take a walk down to the shore.

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All Stories, General Fiction, Historical

Warm Thoughts in the Drumochter Pass by Michael Bloor

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Back then, it wasn’t a fresh snowfall that blocked the Perth-Inverness train at the Drumochter Pass: rather, it was very, very strong winds that sprang up and blew lying snow off the mountains, quickly smothering the track. These days, the winter weather forecasting is so good that those Scottish train services thought to be at imminent risk of snow blockage are cancelled in advance. But it wasn’t the case twenty-odd years ago.

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My Imagination by Niles Reddick

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On the first day at the dig site on Roanoke Island, I’d mostly used the mattock, trowel, and brush. I also realized just how tedious and boring the work of archaeology could be, nothing like the action-packed Indiana Jones movies I had been obsessed with as a child. I’d volunteered for the part time work, partly for the experience, partly to get closer to Alana, the Graduate student supervisor, and partly to impress my professor in hopes for extra credit in the course. We’d heard all the stories in class. In the five years after the Roanoke colony had been established, visitors found it abandoned when they returned from England, its one hundred plus settlers missing, and the word “Croatoan” carved onto the palisade’s wood.

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Green Lizard Lounge by Nina Welch

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Two old lady best friends stand in front of the Green Lizard Lounge , est. 1955. Angie is tall with ample boobs. She has silver hair piled on top of her head stylishly. Lucy’s bleached curly hair makes her look younger than her 84 years. Neither of them dress like old ladies. Angie wears leggings, a black and white striped knit top, and black glittery Tom’s. Lucy wears a denim dress and sandals. They both shop at vintage thrift stores.

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Piece of My Heart by Mitchell Toews

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On a still fall day, I walk through the woods near the river. The sun is out and this makes the birch bark shine in white vertical swipes on a background of dun and green. The river is every shade of blue, capped with white horses beneath a sky of mare’s tails.

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All Stories, Humour

The Grave’s a Fine and Private Place by Tony Dawson

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Clutching my holdall, I slipped into the chantry of an early fifteenth-century chapel. It was late at night, and the only light in the chapel was provided by half a dozen flickering candles that created disturbing shadows on the walls. I was interested in the tomb of a medieval knight and his lady and although I had never felt comfortable in the presence of death, even in the daylight hours, if I had come during the day, I would have been spotted by the sacristan and asked to leave.

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Week 259 – Hobbies, Crusty Wounds And Miss Anderson’s Wasted Wednesdays.

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Here we are at week 259. This is seemingly a momentous and historic week for Britain as we’re now out of The European Union.

I thought this would be a good topic for today’s posting. I could explore cause, economics, identities, the effect for future story writers and much more. But here’s the thing. I don’t give a cats cock!

I had a look to see if there was anything interesting that happened 259 years ago.

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