The Crash

She watched the car heading towards the wall, as though in slow
motion. She knew he was going too fast. She knew the collision
was inevitable. But it seemed to be taking forever.

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The Journey

The wind had changed. It was time to leave. She’d worried over
it for months. When? How? Where? But now it was obvious.
One moment she was there, the next she was gone. Utterly

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The King

The king was the wisest ruler in the history of the nation. Kind, fair, open-hearted, direct. His castle gates stood open every day. People from near and far brought their disputes to him, and left as friends. The king had many admirers, yet he never married. At dusk, he ate a simple supper, and retired alone to his chamber, bolting the heavy door behind him.

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The Awakening

The telling of a dream.
She awoke. [I know, that’s not where a dream normally begins.
Go with it.]
She awoke.

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The Dance

The sense of anticipation grew. It was time. The crowd drew back slightly from the stone, forming a circle of space. And in that space, the dancers. Still. Silent. Ready.

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The Plates

Imagine, one day long ago you’d entered a room. And there was an old engineer there. Carefully tweaking the movement of several long poles. He’d been a bit grumpy, apparently you were late. Quickly, he instructed you to continue the work, to keep the plates above spinning. “Whatever you do, don’t let a plate drop.” And he left the room.

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Which Side Are You On?

I don’t mean wild camping or five star hotel. I don’t mean vegan or carnivore. I don’t mean masks or no masks. I don’t mean political party. I don’t even mean football team. And the reason I don’t mean any of them? Because they are all exactly the same. What do I mean? I mean something fundamental, foundational, and very, very functional.

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The Mirror

Once upon a time there was a man. Everywhere he looked, he saw people like naked emperors. Convinced they were clothed in the finest materials, yet wearing not a stitch. This surprised him, as his own robes were of particularly high quality.

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And They All Lived Happily Ever After

Seven of the most dangerous words in the English language. You just think it’s how a fairy tale ends, right? Just something sweet to help the kids sleep? You couldn’t be more wrong. (Obviously you’re not wrong. I said that for dramatic effect.) When I write, I love to let the story tell itself, and for each reader to find their own message, their own gem. I find my own gems too, when I read the stories back later. So why not the fairy tale? Why not ‘and they all lived happily ever after’? Here’s what Terry Pratchett, the master

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