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Frankenplot: Ghosted

A flash fiction for Halloween
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Cloud-cuckoo-land Chapter 8.

Chapter Eight. Across the Pool of Ideas. “What makes it go?” inquired Lemmy. Over the roar of the engines, George had to shout to explain. “These are...
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The Gate under the Moon Chapter 4.

Chapter 4. Rembrien. Stump was a larger village. Not a town certainly, but more than a village. It had a proper market square, a stone bridge over a...
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And God flipped the off switch - a short story

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The sky is a charcoal smear spilling water from the heavens. I am sitting in the back seat of a taxi. It left the city hospital with me and my carer...
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Frankenplot (THE DARK)

The Dark Dashiell Crow did not care for birthday celebrations, his own or any one else’s. In his case, almost forty years ago, when sperm had...
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Trevor and Barry Get Lucky (4)

"I followed a pie down Main Street at eleven miles an hour, and I'd do it again. After that I was asked in somewhere I've never been asked in before, and I went, which I expect I'll be hearing about. I'd rather not say any more than that. Barry was there. Barry had ham."
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It's Not the Axe

It’s Not the Axe Kenneth walked through the woods watching the shadowy outline of trees pass by in the stark light of his headlamp. It was just after...
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The Gate under the Moon Chapter 3.

Chapter 3: On to Stump. Colonel Smike returned sooner than Sophrayni expected, riding at a brisk trot with two packhorses behind him. “The king sends...
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Cloud-cuckoo-land Chapter 7.

Chapter Seven. The Middle of Cloud Cuckoo Land. The Cuckoo led the way out of the station. A little way along, they came to a lake. It stretched as...
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Trevor and Barry Get Lucky (3)

"I want it on record that I tried. I went looking for my usual luck in all the usual places, and under a ladder, twice, in front of witnesses. The lads at the café were no help whatsoever. Barry found something under a hedge. And on Fourth Street, at dusk, something started to happen that I'd seen once before, in a car park in Swindon, in 1994."