Tag Archives: Unwritten Stories

Flight

“Don’t eat me yet.” A late autumn fox looked at the Yorkshire pudding with a new interest. Was she surprised that the pudding could talk? (Only recently, she herself had been dead and stuffed, but that’s another story….) As some … Continue reading

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The Biscuit Tin Baby

You could hear my heart beating among the bourbons and my head touched the top of the lid, where I’d made little wrinkles in the metal from moving around. The strange thing was that people knew I was there, and … Continue reading

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The last pleasure

Each time before the dance began, the spider span a sweet, calm coast of cliffs with his mouth. Fire blew tiny gold demons across the rocks and into the spider’s legs and hairs, taking him into the flight of imaginary … Continue reading

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What a dance could be

Shall we talk about what a dance could be? A thousand stories and moods could be told through just one step. The possibility of interaction through some form of gestural motion, or a hummed note, does hold a certain amount … Continue reading

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