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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 2)
Part One is here. When the police left, and my wife had put the other children back to bed, I set off for the beach. The sun was rising, and the light it cast felt incomplete as I crossed the Barkley...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 3)
Part one is here, part two is here ‘The Dire-Man waits in his house on the hill,’ said the girl with no eyes and sharp teeth. ‘His house is on the beach,’ I said, shaking my head. ‘You’ve been away for...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 4)
The hall of the Dire-Man was filled with boundless cries of woe. Huge hay bales pregnant with adders and great, fat rats lined the walls and heaved and shuddered with the movement of the creatures...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 5)
My son awoke in a cage. His hand roared with dull pain. His head felt clogged up like a blocked pipe. The air smelt like burnt hair and neglect. The floor he lay on was covered in stains and scratches...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 6)
Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: One – Two – Three – Four – Five To reach the house of the Dire-Man I climbed a hill, crossed a stream and eventually entered a forest. The forest had...
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Friday Fictioneers: Life After Wartime
Took a break from The Dire-Man for something new. Dad was never the same after the Atlantis War. He kept his helmet on at all times, just in case the water level rose again and we were submerged. He...
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Friday Fictioneers: The Dire-Man (pt 7)
Earlier parts of The Dire-Man can be found here: One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six A servant of the Dire-Man met me at the door to his hall. He beckoned me closer. ‘Your son?’ He said with a leer....
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Friday Fictioneers: Ewes, Me and the Ram.
When my brother was shearing his sheep, I would venture out to the farm to help out by making tea, sandwiches, sexist jokes etc. When the work was over I would go and look at the sheep in their pen....
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Friday Fictioneers: ReScentment
Welcome to the scented candle factory. On your left you’ll see where we make the candles that smell like pine needles and softly falling snow. They’re really good for creating a Christmas-y feel...
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Friday Fictioneers: Imagine a House
Imagine a House In order to will a house into existence one must first eat a hardy breakfast. The exertion of imagining walls that can hold up ceilings will drain you until you are staring at the...
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