Tag: Flash Fiction
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9.04: A Six – The Book of 27
Prologue (or Before) Prologue (or simply: Before) No one remembers the First Colour. Before red bled into battle and blue sank into sorrow; before green curled into envy and gold haunted itself with greed, there was only one—a colour not seen, but felt. It was whole, unnamed—and when the world cracked, when truth was broken…
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8.04: A Six of Ordinary Apocalypses
The Garden of Ordinary Apocalypses (A Six Sentence Story) The Old Woman with No Cat Finds The Aleph The old woman with no cathaunts the edge of myth with a crow that’s black as an obsidianpsalm. “Look closer,” rasps the crow,“your spade’s a universe,a cellar of light—your spadeisaxis mundi.” She digs, and a worm curls—not…
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7.04: A Six – The Epilogue
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 27 Epilogue: The Well of the World’s End Here in the Glen of Weeping near Loch Lomond lies a vein in the land’s skin—here I stand beside the ancient Well of the World’s End, the portal to the Otherworld—Tobar Ceann an…
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2.04: Six Trifecta – The Last Day
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: The Final Day (Part 3) The Isle of Skye: To Write an Ending The sun frets Loch Harport with gold so flaked and sharp that I hold my breath just to see—this is Carbost, the Isle of Skye, and Talisker Distillery; we’re here…
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2.04: Six Trifecta- The Last Days
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 16 (Part 2) Stitched Together I watch the sun rise in the rearview mirror, and there it is: Fàilte gu Alba—Welcome to Scotland—it’s not intent; it’s a thick-soled boot stomping, Here ends England, and I nudge Nick awake, “We’re in Scotland—four or so…
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1.04: Six Trifecta: The Last Days
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 15 Part 1 – Lake Windermere: It Starts Without a Plan It begins, as many days do, without a plan—the sun rising behind the steep, sloping hills in a shade of green too lush for naming—and I stand on the dock,…
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25 March: A Six – Crossing the Mersey
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 14 Crossing the Mersey (or The One Without Dialogue) The River Mersey rolls in scrolls against the hull of the Royal Iris ferry, a watery hush stirring Nick’s thoughts—snippets of memory (he looks up at the metallic-grey sky and watches seagulls circling), their…
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17.03: A Six at Dovedale
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 13 Dovedale & Fiddling Bob-the-Hob Picture, if you will, a lush green valley, time-carved by the icy-clear River Dove; craggy-faced limestone cliffs; sweeping views from Thorpe Cloud hill (a reef knoll); Victorian stepping stones positioned for crossing the river; earthy scents—damp…
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10.03: 12.3 Night with “Hamlet”
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 12 Part 3 The Question Is The Answer The curtain rises, and the ordinary becomes extraordinary, where tragedy’s shadow precedes its entry; the stage is bathed in moonlit gloom; the towering stone walls of Helsingør Slot silhouette the night sky; mist…
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3.3: A Six – Going with the Flow
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 2 Going with the Flow “Let me see,” and Nick turns his sketchpad toward me, and I nod, “It’s a gift—to capture a river’s soul, to let its voice be seen, to turn light into liquid,” and I moisten…
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