Tag: Flash Fiction
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19 May: Solacewrought – a Liturgy
6 of 27: Solacewrought’s Liturgy Poem – a Colour of kindness that asks for nothing 6 of 27: Solacewrought – Kindness That Asks for Nothing(for her, for the ice cube, for the unasked question) I. The UnseenSolacewrought arrives not with fanfare, but with a poke—the ice cube bobbing in lemonade like a buoy in a…
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12 May: A Six – The Book of 27
5 of 27: Gravebright – a Colour once felt, not seen—A smile worn only at funerals 5 of 27: Gravebright – A smile worn only at funerals The gravel shifts beneath her boots as she steps out of the car, snow mounded as quiet witness along the hedgerows—the priest waiting at the church door with…
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11 May: Gravebright – the Liturgy
5 of 27: Gravebright – a Colour once felt, but not seen 5 of 27 Gravebright – The Poem – A smile worn only at funerals Gravebright is a lightthat knows its place—how to behave. It flickers politely and restson the lips like powdered glass. It is not joy.It is the performance of peace—an ache…
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06.05: A Six – The Book of 27
4 of 27: Hollowmere – the colour of joy that never belonged to you 4 of 27: Hollowmere – Joy that never belonged to you She stands near the cake table with her hands clasped—watching the baby shower unfold in pastel and laughter, cheeks aching from smiling while her insides remember how it felt to…
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02.05: A Six – Brigid’s Journal
Brigid’s journal unfolds now beneath the Caledonian pines, where light moves differently, and the loch keeps its own counsel 1 May: Brigid and the Crow of Glen Affric Glen Affric, Scotland – The sun turns its back on the hills as Brigid presses open a new page in her journal, and she writes: do not…
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30.04: A Six – The Book of 27
3 of 27: Threshgold – a Colour once felt, not seen—the terror just before hope Content Warning: This post discusses topics including suicide. Reader discretion is advised. If you are feeling vulnerable, please consider whether you wish to proceed. The Colour Called Threshgold Her breath is steady, scarf tugged loose by the wind, and she…
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28.04: Threshgold- The Liturgy
3 of 27: Threshgold – a Colour once felt, not seen—the terror just before hope 3 of 27: Threshgold – the terror just before hope I. The Threshgold Threshgold is not the leap—it’s the foot hoveringabove the abyss,the heartbeat where fallingand flyingstill wear the same face. You’ll find it in the pausebefore the pistol shot,before…
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Felreil: The Liturgy – The Book of 27
Author’s Note – A Presence, Not a Story You’ve already met him. Felreil appears in every Six Sentence Story in the Book of 27. He is the stillness in the doorway—the witness behind the Colour. This is his name, his silence, his breath. (You may never see the stories the same way again after reading…
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22.04: A Six – The Book of 27
2 of 27 Ashwine – a Colour once felt, not seen—the warmth you almost touched. 2 of 27: Ashwine Felreil steps through the broken arch of the chapel—not as a pilgrim, but as someone answering a question no one remembers asking—wooden shutters rattle as the wind forgets itself—and she sits in the front pew, maybe…
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Ashwine Liturgy – The Book of 27
2 of 27: Ashwine – a Colour once felt, not seen—the warmth you almost touched I. The Almost Ashwine is not the fire—but the embers you hesitated to hold,the glow that lingeredon your palms a second too longbefore you let the night take it. It smells like pages pressed closedfor centuries—rosewater,dust, and secrets that waitedwithout…
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