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GINGER – A #SmallTales Entry

June only succeeded in smearing the rejected lunch into her pinafore. She’d grown older, greyer in the years since Clive last knew her, & the Alzheimer’s was only progressing. In a moment of weakness she went looking for the old photo album, digging for it high in the cupboard....

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Sockmonkey

Hollowfibre hollow hoot (the stuffed owl on the mantle snoot), and by the pillow, counting sheep the child he lays on Mr. Threep. The sock-made monkey, sleeping deep; will not thrash, or softly weep. So Joleon sucks monkey’s thumbs, badly sewn to monkey arms. You see the toy; it...

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Meadowmelt

Cumulonimble clump: keratin cling anchors atmospheres to crayolascopic squigglevision renditions of peripheral fritillary flutter-festooned in anomalous blue mourning cloak. Flexifutility bushwhack burdened branch, blanched bough burnish chlorophyll caskets. Cleave confession creases in belligerent bark. Hark, troubadour trespass – tremble-throated trance trip tongue in tern, turning warbling yearn to trenchant...

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Witch’s Brew

Shock-jock salt with pelican paste, murder mould, seasoned to taste, powder your priest with monkey bile, slice the smile off sasquatch face Mark pock with snot and spread it thin on miles of pork-pulled phantom limb, then gobble down the gobble sound of turkey-larynx trim.   Granulated gravity, perambulated...

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The Spine of Mr. Jimes

The bones began to carve at him, audibly tearing through the muscles. With an anguished cry arms seized and swung backwards, curling winglike towards the opposite sides of his body. They tensed to the point of breaking, drawn into an impossible clutch toward his very nervous system. He was...

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Limbo Lavation

Captain Culastrax came crimson-faced, stomping from the wheelhouse. Each night the same sickened and stormy visage bellowed from the handrail, marched towards the capstan and howled seven furies into the fog. His daily pantomime: extravagant origami until another ship’s chart was aeroplaned into the ocean. Next he would begin...

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Teller

“Why yes, I thought I recognised your face!” intoned fragrant fiduciary flesh, rattling finger-graffiti on the desk. Her eyes balloon, fluttering flash-lashes and throbbing heart cartoons. I kraken, contorting tentacles into tactical facsimile of smiles. Projecting personability, my beard spells “swoon” and eyebrows threaten potential suitors still based in...

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