Tag: Shorty Story
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Poacher’s Knot
Poacher’s Knot Thom made his way down the stairs, his socks a whisper against the hardwood. The kitchen is thick with the smell of dark roast. He takes a mug down from the cabinet and pours himself a cup. Black, two sugars. Behind him, the conversation at the table is already reaching its boiling point. …
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And So the Garden Grows
And So the Garden Grows Morning dew clings to the leaves. Each sphere is a world in miniature, magnifying the secret architecture beneath it. I have chosen this stillness, this vantage point. From it, I observe the garden with rapt attention. Not a riot of disparate forms. A living cathedral, buttressed by every kingdom of…
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The Waste