Monthly Archives: November 2018

The Significance of Cynthia

Cynthia strode to the end of the pier and looked through the red and white telescope. “I can’t see anything,” she said. “You have to put a coin in it.” Phil caught up to stand beside her. “I didn’t think

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Rationality in the Forest

Part of being a rational person is not putting too much stock in the shivers down my spine. That whisper was no more than a slight breeze touching the treetops on a still evening. We’re pattern-recognising primates, us humans. Something

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Never Happen to Me

We’ve met before, you and me. Don’t you remember? No? Fair play, I don’t think you’d have seen my face and you were drunk at the time. Let’s see if I can jog your memory. I was in my sleeping

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Persephone Descendent

She woke. She looked up at the tree trunks looming over her. She rolled on to her side, crunching autumn leaves beneath her. Wrapped her arms around herself against the cold. She rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe away the

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