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LiteratureWestfield Road Cemetery: A Tale of RabbitsIt was Tansy's idea to leave the little warren at the edge of the farmland, but she could not have done anything about it without Willow's help. She it was who had recruited most of their followers, and who thought of crossing the fields to the iron road. 'Banks,' she said, by way of explanation. 'Sooner or later, those things all end up in a valley.' 'But they're so fast!' said Tansy. 'Any rabbit stepping in front of one wouldn't stand a chance.' Willow was dismissive. 'Let's hope none of them are stupid enough to step in front of one, then. If you leave them alone, they don't take any notice; they just go whizzing past you. They're like hrududil, in that respect.' She was right, as usual, and it didn't take long for the rabbits to get used to the tremendous noise and stop going tharn, although that had been better than bolting for non-existent holes. At least none of them was stupid enough or unlucky enough to bolt in front of a train. The question was where along theAnimals

LiteratureBlackadder 5 EP1: Wooing WallisEdmund Blackadder sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork, a portrait of Captain Blackadder in military uniform hanging on the wall behind him. His black suit was loose-fitting, with a double-breasted jacket; his hair was short, and parted far over on one side. 'Baldrick,' he said, 'have you got that list of proposed dates for the coronation?' Baldrick was sitting across the room at a much smaller desk, which held only a small jotter and a broken pencil. His side-parted hair was untidy and his loose-fitting suit dirty, with four of the six buttons missing from the jacket. 'I didn't bother with a list in the end, Mr Blackadder,' he said. 'I thought we could have the ceremony tomorrow.' Blackadder, looking at Baldrick across the room, echoed with cool contempt, 'Tomorrow.' 'That's right,' said Baldrick. 'You want me,' said Blackadder, 'to organise the coronation of our new king; to book Westminster Abbey and the Archbishop of Canterbury, who I am led to believe is a very busy man;Historical Fiction

LiteratureSurvivor's GuiltSome terrible things happen in this world, and I'm one of them. No, I don't mean that. I mean I represent one of them. I began to learn this one night after a check-up at the doctor's. When I woke up to turn over and take a sip of water, the ghost of a little girl my own age, about three or four, was standing in the corner of my bedroom. That was all she did at first: stand and stare. I slept fitfully after that, and on the many occasions when I woke in the night, I heard her voice, a child's whine: 'It's mine.' I told my parents about it in the morning and, predictably, they put it down to a bad dream. I knew better, but as almost everyone knows, you can't tell that to parents. I saw her often after that, not just when I was alone, but no one else did. 'There she is!' I said one night, perhaps a year or so later, when my mother was reading me a bedtime story. She looked where I was pointing, then at me, the lines coming into her brow. I knew those lines well. She and Dad oftenParanormal and Fantasy

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LiteratureVictory Keep: Chapter 18‘Children,’ said Lady Malcolm, standing tall and straight and immovable as ever. ‘I bring you tragic news. The King is dead.’ Victoria was not surprised, as they had all known the King was ill, but still she felt sad - much sadder than she ever would have imagined. She went to the window and looked out, wanting to cry, and wondering why the tears would not come. Arthur was equally quiet, and sat looking at his hands, wondering what would happen next but not quite daring to ask. Katrina was the only one to speak. ‘You beast!’ she cried, crossing the room and lashing out at Lady Malcolm with her fists.Victory Keep

LiteratureClerihew: The Big Bad WolfThe Wolf (called 'Big Bad') Is hopping mad Since his eating (as an animal must) Has become a symbol of animal lust.Fairytales

LiteratureInitiation Ceremony'Pantheism?' He was sitting on her bed, watching her as she glided around the room, moving and looking very much like Morticia Addams. 'Yes.' She lit the last candle, and then blew out the match. 'It's the belief that God and nature are the same. God is not a being as such, but is in everything.' 'You're making it up,' he said. She shot him a dirty look. 'In the Gardnerian denomination – that's generally what I like to call myself, a Gardnerian – we call the pantheistic deity "Dryghten". It's an old English word for lord.' He smirked. 'Stop it.' 'Look, are you gFlash Fiction Month 2010

LiteratureGuide DogHe knew how life worked. He looked after the human he called Friend, and she looked after him. They gave each other love. She gave him food, warmth and shelter. He gave her whichever sense was missing. He was not sure which it was. Probably smell, he'd thought at first. It seemed she couldn't smell a damn thing. Then he had come to realise that no human could smell anything that wasn't incredibly obvious, and they couldn't hear much either. They must have had a strong sense of taste, though. Humans were far too fussy about their food. Whenever Friend went out, he went with her and showed her where to walk. Humans swarmed all overFlash Fiction Month 2011

LiteratureDragons and Merfolk'The new King is young, impetuous and malleable,' said Guyarth, reclining in a cave rock pool. 'I shall persuade him to wage war on the dragons. The lands will burn and the seas will boil. All will perish!' 'But you merfolk can't fight us.' The dragon was sitting on a clutch of eggs and cleaning her wings. 'Would your King agree to a war he cannot win?' 'Perhaps, Inferna.' --- The merchild wept as, miles away, her mother was led to her death. For comfort, the King had left her Guyarth, showing how little he knew his daughter and his minister. 'Try to see that your father mFlash Fiction Month 2012

LiteratureToy AuctionMother, Father and three children lived blissfully together, with everything they could desire, for seventy years. Then one day they were boxed, moved and sold. ‘So,’ said Father. ‘It’s happened. We are collectables.’ ‘We’re better off than those poor souls,’ said Mother, seeing a family who had never made it out of their original packaging.Flash Fiction Month 2013

LiteratureThe Unsaleable SnakeThe pet shop on the corner was always advertising for a 'Saturday girl', which was discrimination really, but it didn't matter because no one ever wanted the job. In fact when I went in to apply, summoned by the need to fund my art box, Miss Ball didn't care that I was a boy. I'm not sure she even noticed. 'Lovely to see you, dear,' she said, on my first day. 'We're open till five thirty, which means going home in the dark this time of year.' 'That's fine,' I said. 'I only live across the road.' 'How wonderful. I have to take the train all the way to the north terminus to get home. Of course, it's a full moon next weekend. You mustFlash Fiction Month 2015

LiteratureModelling ChristLudovico tugged at the loincloth until he was quite sure nothing was showing. Then he flung open the door and strode confidently through. The modesty was not for his sake. 'On the couch?' he said. 'Yes,' said Sofonisba, unable to look at him because she was making sure her charcoals were parallel. 'Please.' He padded over to the couch, and draped himself majestically there. Sofonisba flicked imaginary dust from her paper. 'Miss Anguissola,' said Ludovico. 'You're the artist, and I don't mean to speak out of turn, but... isn't it customary to look at your model?' 'Yes... of course.' She looked, and for a moment was transfixed. LudoFlash Fiction Month 2016

LiteratureNaNoWriMo 2018 ExcerptIt turned out that going to see Olivia and Jack meant paying for a London travel card. Of course, Cameron thought, he'd already heard Diana sneering at Olivia for having to use public transport. He was to make his way to Blackfriars Station, where Olivia would meet him, and then they would both take a tube to Sloane Square. When Cameron stepped off the train, and two seconds later Olivia approached him, he didn't know what to say. Evidently, neither did she. 'Thanks for meeting me,' said Cameron. 'You didn't have to.' 'It's fine,' said Olivia. 'This is easier than meeting people from the tube. Anyway, it's only polite.' This made CaExcerpts

LiteratureArgentinosaurus Got Your BackBig. A lump o' flesh... 'Everybody we expect today has their especial innermost monster regarding his or her physique. Your change, my friend... what you did... remember how it changed everyone's ideas? Confidence is critical!' Remember? Sure. A sauropod's horrors. I should comically ask Annabelle Abydosaur how conifer feeds a diminutive, teeny sauropod... No. Everybody's beautiful, whether tiny, humongous, huge, mini, small... everybody. So I've discovered. Biggest dinosaur! I affirm this cavalierly indeed! To remember before is forgetting newfound knowledge Annabelle embedded inside me: everyone coruscates. I've been terribleThe Gauntlet

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LiteratureBlackadder 5 EP1: Wooing WallisEdmund Blackadder sat at his desk, surrounded by paperwork, a portrait of Captain Blackadder in military uniform hanging on the wall behind him. His black suit was loose-fitting, with a double-breasted jacket; his hair was short, and parted far over on one side. 'Baldrick,' he said, 'have you got that list of proposed dates for the coronation?' Baldrick was sitting across the room at a much smaller desk, which held only a small jotter and a broken pencil. His side-parted hair was untidy and his loose-fitting suit dirty, with four of the six buttons missing from the jacket. 'I didn't bother with a list in the end, Mr Blackadder,' he said. 'I thought we could have the ceremony tomorrow.' Blackadder, looking at Baldrick across the room, echoed with cool contempt, 'Tomorrow.' 'That's right,' said Baldrick. 'You want me,' said Blackadder, 'to organise the coronation of our new king; to book Westminster Abbey and the Archbishop of Canterbury, who I am led to believe is a very busy man;Fan Fiction

LiteratureTiny Tales 4: 'Hanged'Unjustly hanged and kicking... weeks later.All Hallow's Tales

LiteratureCottontail's MarriageCottontail had gone to live halfway up Bull Banks Hill, near the wood at the top and Mr Tod's house. A knocking at Cottontail's door, She's heard it before. Tap tappit! Tap tappit! The sunshine warm and slanting on the hill pastures, Cottontail was sitting with half-grown little rabbits, four or five, playing about her. The tracks of Tommy Brock and Mr Tod (two disagreeable people) were plainly to be seen. Tap tappit! Tap tappit! She peeps out... there's nobody there, But a present of carrots Put down on the stair. Four or five half-grown little rabbits. One black. All the rest brown. Tap tap tappit! Tap tappit! Why–I really believe it's a little black rabbit! The neighbours could not bear him. Asked whether her husband was at home, Cottontail replied that the sunshine was still warm. They lived too near the rocks to quarrel with their neighbours. 'He was at home. I saw his black ears peeping out of the hole,' and their whiskers bristled. Tap tap tappit! Tap tappit! AFound Poetry

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