February 2012
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Be not afraid of the night
Take the Book with you, you may need it to refer to or to pray on.
The Talisman around your neck will let you in where you need to go. Use it wisely, and show it when you need to buy trust.
The Siren’s screech is fearsome and will beset you without warning. The only way to be rid of it is to face it head on and answer its call.
Choose your battles, pick the right weapons to fight with....
“You - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them…In one of the stars...”
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince (via phalene)
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Mourning the loss of eyebrows
Did you even realise they were gone?
You seem the sort of person who would not understand the importance of the unnecessary, like the feel of silk or the influence of cherry blossoms. Or of loyalty or kindness or trust.
I did not, until today, comprehend the significance of them - satirical symmetrical comet tails of facial hair on ridges of bone -and for what? Do they serve as a relic of our...
January 2012
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The Ghostly Heart
Out of the gloom it suddenly appears. Pale, pulsating and otherworldly it floats upside-down through the shadows, it flirts with the idea of becoming visceral.
But it does not, and instead shimmers and teases in a sort of grotesque fascinating burlesque, a vague ethereal organ.
Like a deep-sea creature it half shimmies, half propels itself through the darkness away from prying eyes.
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A sneaking creep of hair
Like all things that bear a resemblance to living substance, hair has a wisdom of its own. Observe how left to its own devices stray strands will coalesce into little whorled balls, or weave together in silent unopposed rivers on carpets, streaking down stairs, into corners where they are discovered, in eruptions, matting together quietly.
Even when it belongs wholly to one owner, hair never is...
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Hands
She washes her hands until they bleed. The actions intended to cleanse, banish and sterilise also chafe, sting and destroy.
As the cracks appear weeping their tiny wellfulls of blood, she thinks, they did not tell me this. They did not say that purification, that trying to remove the remains of the day from oneself is self destructive.
She watches the loss of skin swirl down the plughole.
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“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a...”
– Alan Bennett
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Existence in the Room of Eyes
The problem was that she could not remember from whence she had come from or what she was called. It is a difficult concept, struggling with the ambiguity of one’s existence, for a being who has lost their identity and past is often regarded with frank suspicion for trying so hard not to exist.
In truth, the darkness that currently surrounded her was so enveloping in it’s totality that she had...
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The Little Dancing Frog
There comes a time in every frog’s life, especially if they are of a certain age and social standing, when they are expected to make a decision. They must forge forward from the comforts of the pool from whence they came to fulfil their Life’s Purpose. What the purpose of the Life’s Purpose is, no frog young or old, could tell you, and when questioned about it, they would mutter...
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December 2011
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“I suppose a two-year-old boy is not much different from a wallaby, it could...”
– Sky news excerpt. Most surreal comparison between children and marsupials that I have heard in awhile.
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The Debt- Collectors
The dying have different priorities to those with their feet firmly planted in the world of the living. Survival, for instance, or, if the former cannot be achieved, last farewells. So it does not normally suit them to have to make introductions for some of the stranger, more shadowy guests that attend them in their twilight hours.
Apart from the King, who is expecting them, hardly anyone notices...
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The Shop of Unnecessariness
In the times when people knew better, which was, if you listen to most people, apparently any time but the present, there was a shop that sold unnecessary things. This is not unusual, as most shops now will fall under that category. But unlike those places, this shop was not stocked with frozen mini pies or objects shaped like whimsical animals, although one may argue about the occasions where...
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Illustrations & dreams →
Link to a wonderfully enchanting collection of artwork to accompany well known classic fairytales, no Disney I promise.
Want even more stories? →
Link to more tales and fables with appropriate artwork.
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Enchantment
Hush! Here they come now! Watch! They descend in a cloud of powdery white, silently, unnoticed despite their number.
I spoke with one, once. Its’ sisters would not, but it spoke to me of frozen worlds and pale silent lakes. I say sisters, but really, they are together due to circumstance and chance rather than anything else.
The spell is hard to break. One requires a moonlit evening,...
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A room full of goldfish
Once, there was a long and winding corridor. The corridor itself was not very interesting, it was dark and grey and a little dusty like many other corridors. What was interesting were the people that sometimes walked up and down the corridor, although they themselves did not notice because they were so busy walking up and down it.
Sometimes, out of boredom, anticipation, or sheer desperation, a...
