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The Way Home

“Find the pretty lady. Go on follow her and claim your prize,” Zeke said, swiftly shifting the three cards as more people joined the crowd gathered to watch.He’d been on the sidewalk for at least three hours already, and had a sizeable stack of pound notes on the table in front of him. It was quite tricky keeping people enticed while fleecing them for all they

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The Skeleton Key to Eternal Reverie

                                        by Daniel Pecheur

“The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.”-Carl Jung

On the night of the wild storm, Joseph busied his thoughts in the strange discoveries he had made in the ancient book collection of the house. The dusted and wearied shelves comprised a hermetic treasure trove of secrets, which slowly and subtly worked its bewitching power over the young man, feeding his imagination a feast of most unusual fodder. The evening transformed into inclement night while he rummaged through the ruins of volumes from the earliest prints of Arabian Nights and the writings of Paracelsus to Agrippa and The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. He spent nearly an hour poring through a withered tome filled with fantastical art of the occult. Demonic, hell-stained images of medieval grotesques haunted the sallow pages and weird pastel scenes distorted by all sorts of bogeys and chimeras cast a mysterious spell upon the mood of Joseph, with overtones of some other realm. A shapeless life force inhabited these crumbling pages, vibrating staccato in the background behind the roaring pell-mell of thunder and cloudburst.

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The Shop of Oddities

It all started as a dare. When Ayuda first arrived in the quaint and desolate neighborhood of the little Shop of Oddities she felt the wonderment of being stranded in a silent dreamland of architecture. She received none of the general inspirations of terror which had profusely laced the wild accounts told by her friends who had prodded her off on this strange visit. To be sure she found it all puzzling and surreal, but more so gaudy and artificial in the heavily ornamented flourishes of the old buildings. Collectively, they summoned up an excess of impressions from a bygone era, but with a zany flamboyance more imitative of an amusement park. The neighborhood had been all but forgotten and its remote location in the largely abandoned part of the city left it habitually void of life. The aura was vacant and still. It was an insular, carnivalesque world without vibrancy, varnished in dark colors of Gothic and Victorian sensibility. Yet tucked away in its’ own little hermitage, the Shop of Oddities surpassed all the other places in the neighborhood in the lavish pageantry of its design. She found no hint of charm or horror in the star-festooned wooden placard over the door inscribed with the shop name in an exuberant script, but rather fabulous plasticity. It was to this shop that Ayuda had been directed, the subject of this entire excursion that seemed only frivolous at the moment Ayuda approached the doorstep.

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The End of the Line

“Is this where the line ends?”“As far as I know it is,” answered the last man in the rigid chain of people standing face-forward one behind the other down the immeasurable passage of the dull grey corridor. With that answer Henry took his place right behind the man who turned his head forward again. At the moment of stepping into his slot at the end of the line, Henry officially joined the network as its newest member in the seamless uniformity of men and women standing in a domino formation. Where it began-- Henry could not begin to catch sight. He saw before him, just as everyone else within view saw before them, the countless backs of those in front continuing forward ad infinitum.

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. The sun shone down dimly beneath the grey clouds, causing a chilly breeze to form in the sky, in which there flew a flock of ravens. A small and fragile raven flew at the end, its beak hanging open strangely as it gasped for much needed breath.

Two ravens kept glancing back, keeping watch on the smaller raven. Their beady eyes were clouded with worry and they cawed re

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The furs of Snow, an adult wolf, drifted through the wind softly. He was as tall as a wooden chair, and as long as a grown man. It was time for the selection, and it was insisted all adult wolves attended. Licking his grey and white fur lightly to cleanse the dust, he began to run towards the Great Den. Panting ever so slightly, Snow glanced wearily at the High-ranks. He knew t

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It was winter’s night, with dusted snow sitting on the hard and frozen soil like powder. The tangled trees were weighted down by patches of it, making way for little light to pass through and shine on the three moving shadows in the late hour. They moved swiftly through the snow, taking care not to snap any twigs or make any noise.

One paused in protest to listen, as if it h

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Forbidden BondProluge

A very long time ago, two races ruled over earth. humans and immortals. one day, the humans declared war. they wanted the power and the immortality of the creatures. and so, a war broke out between the two races. after a long battle, many humans and immortal creatures died in battle and many were injured. but, none sides were victorious. the alli

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