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Dereliction of Duty… Stuart France

* …It was a day of surprises. For the matter beneath his feet to commence shaking was a surprise because it had shown no prior predilection so to do and hence had come to be regarded as stable. Given the … Continue reading

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Knockety knock… Stuart France

* “The door-knocker, Herr Docktor, is misnamed,” said Herbert, giving the door three resounding knocks with his knuckles, “…door-knockers, rap!” He demonstrated his contention and the door-knocker rapped-out three sharp retorts in marked contrast to the previously administered knuckle-knocks. “Anyway, … Continue reading

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A Twice-Stole Spear… Stuart France

* … “Mananawn’s Mount,” muttered Fin, pensively. “Yeas!” exclaimed Daatho, “from Sidhe Finnaha, where Leer himself resides, he descends like a fire-storm. That radiant place on the very crest of the height is crowned with flames that leap rubied-red, through … Continue reading

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Sheer Fantasy… Stuart France

* Ish-na-e-cha-ge, First-Born-Being, roamed among the Animal-Nations. He understood their ways and their languages. They beheld him in wonder and awe and could do nothing without his knowledge. He pitched his tent in the centre of the land and no … Continue reading

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Spring ~ Stuart France

* …They do have something of the ‘other-world’ about them these places. ‘No un-authorised person beyond this point,’ said the sign. ‘But we are more authorised than anyone ever could be,’ said Wen. It is difficult to disagree but then … Continue reading

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Hor-i-zone… Stuart France

* Another milestone of time. There is no youthful compassion to commiserate with me. There is no “Surprise!” party. Just a cold, cold dawn… Continue reading at Stuart France

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Inside-Out… Stuart France

“Well, he was here,” said Sputnik,” I saw him from outside, standing by the corner of the window.” Maggot studied the door lock, the corridor and the stairs beyond, and then he walked slowly across the room and stood by … Continue reading

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Another Green World?… Stuart France

* The infant souls crouched in the tunnel. Water trickled and dripped… echoing… Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled, drowning the echoes; he paused and tilted his head: his moon-eyes flashed. Continue reading at Stuart France

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Obelisk: Alchemical Gold… Stuart France

* As soon as one posits one-self ‘Natura Superior’… * One is immediately confronted with earth as dirt, and the need to flee this filthy spectre becomes paramount… Continue reading at Stuart France

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Gate to the Land of Youth III… Stuart France

* … “Shame on you,” said the old man as he struggled to his feet, “to think that such mighty men cannot tie one small sheep.” He took hold of the sheep, dragged her easily to the wall and re-tied … Continue reading

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