THE PLEBEIAN AARDVARK

November 23, 2016

The plebeian aardvark directed the movements of her troops from the top of a knoll. The harsh cry of ‘Advance!’ tore from her throat as she pointed with quivering rage at the enemy encampment. The aardvark army surged in response, spilling madly across the plain. Neck muscles tensed. Teeth ground. The armies crashed together. Cries […]

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THE OLD MILLER

November 16, 2016

Once upon a time an old miller crafted new paddle staves to replace the many worn out staves of his waterwheel. Sacks of oats ready to be milled lined the walls of the long shed where he worked. After many hours of labor he decided to take a nap. He arranged three oat sacks to […]

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THE TRIANGLE

November 13, 2016

Perkins Jellycomb tallied the last of the bananas, removed his smock, waved to Harlow, and left the warehouse. Harlow, in reaction to Jellycomb’s farewell salute, deactivated her station, removed her smock, sprinted from the warehouse onto the dock, flicked her eyes left and right, centered her soul, and flung herself into the water. The following […]

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OVER THE HILL

November 5, 2016

The town never changed. Each and every morning Ted opened the door to his store at 6 o’clock sharp and swept the dust from the boardwalk fronting his business out onto the dust of the street. He nodded the same greeting, a nod of his head, a minute later each and every morning to Mabel […]

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STREET SCENE SEEN

October 24, 2016

‘My knives aren’t sharp enough!’ cried the wildly gesticulating man careening down the sidewalk and clad in tattered rags. A phalanx of assorted businessmen and women tackled him and, forming a writhing lump of humanity, sharpened his knives for him and then released him to freely careen on his merry way. The world sighed, once […]

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JOUST

October 19, 2016

Sir Hat of the Fen entered the lists perched securely on the back of his powerful glowing steed. ‘Easy, my gallant,’ soothed Sir Hat, and the steed shuddered, shaking its feathered mane. Across the field the Red Knight lowered his lance and charged. Sir Hat responded in kind and surged bucketty clatter forward. Two lances […]

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THE BALING HOOK

October 13, 2016

‘I am very good at puzzles. I am the best,’ said Little Daphnis. The gatekeeper looked doubtful and smiled crookedly. ‘A scrap of a thing like you? Tell me another. Go off and leave the labyrinth to fools a good deal older than you.’ ‘I have a baling hook. It’s iron. The smith made it […]

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THE DIM CORNER

October 8, 2016
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‘Go along around about back up there to the hill. You’ll find the hermit’s cave on the other side beneath a little bluff. I always tell folks not to bother, but they don’t pay me much mind anyhow. So go along. I reckon everybody’s got to learn for their selves,’ said the gas station attendant […]

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SPONE MADAGASCAR

October 3, 2016

Spone Madagascar peeled the duct tape from his neck with care. He crumpled it into a lump of dull gray and dropped it out the window. Now able to turn his attention wholly to the surrounding cobras, he moved his hands in gentle sway, a mesmerizing rhythm. The cobras followed with dead lead eyes and […]

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THE MINSTREL

September 28, 2016

‘Villages disappeared. Where they had thrived were empty fields of waving grasses and moaning winds,’ the storyteller began, rubbing his chin and looking around to engage in turn each of his young listeners. Then he whispered, ‘Hear me well if you would save this village from … the minstrel.’ The children shrank down, wide-eyed. The […]

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