Squeaky Toy, the Teddy Bear Prince, July 24, and the Lure of Slag
Lady Ashleigh closed her eyes to the sunshine and strummed her lute. Her father, the duke, would not have liked the idea of his only…
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Lady Ashleigh closed her eyes to the sunshine and strummed her lute. Her father, the duke, would not have liked the idea of his only…
Thoughts relating to the demise of the steam train (in many countries). A short poem. Copyright © This Life’s Illusions 2022 All Rights Reserved
There rode four knyghts of the Table Rounde, and the one in front hyght syr Dynadan, and the three…
Lawrence Hogben, Ph.D., sat at his desk and fumed. Before him lay that month’s Archeological Extracts, open to Beaglehole’s article on the use of toilet…
This piece by Alex Shvartsman is one of the first stories I read on the platform. I loved the way the story was told and…
Sing, O Muse! Or at least hum a little. They stood on the windy plain before the walled city: Odysseus, the shrewd captain; Agamemnon, tamer…
Hello Traveler, I’d like to invite you to take a road trip with me to a little place called Orson, deep in the heart of…
“You know, Billy,” said George Washington, “When I was a young boy my mother used to say something to me, by way of encouraging me…
The forcebeams were almost invisible, thin shafts of gleaming air. As they cut into the limestone, a slight spray of dust erupted at the point…
Ishiro awoke to a flaming shaft of pain erupting up from his abdomen. He writhed across Niko’s bed onto the cold, softwood floor, twisting and…
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