Short Stories
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Mr. Chubs was a short, round and a rather red man. No, he did not have red-coloured skin but he was so fair that any activity, even mild, turned his skin a vivid scarlet. For a round man you would think he’d be slow on his feet and you would be right but he had
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A sound jarred me awake. Heart thundering in my chest, I tried to put myself back to sleep but the sound, like a saw mutely but determinedly cutting through wood, wouldn’t let me. So I got off the bed, needing to see what the fuss was about.
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She knew it was a special occasion because the brilliant blue dress was coming out of the vintage trunk for airing. Laid out next to it were the blue jewels that went with the dress. And oh, the necklace fashioned in the image of the Hope diamond was also coming out! It must indeed be
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Our story begins at a King’s desperate need of a son. Though his father and forefathers were known to have taken many wives, King Sulaiman II was unmarried. Boyishly he had thought he didn’t need to submit himself to actions that the general populace indulged in. He was the King and thus, above the call
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In a forest east of the kingdom was a school meant for exceptional children. Though children only from the nobility were considered exceptional, allowances were made for “the others.” And though the others were treated with bare-minimum respect, they made up for the less than ideal circumstances by bullying the nobility thus restoring balance. Now
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Shades looked at her ragtag bunch of people who had gathered in this dark, remote bunker to discuss war strategy. Abhor’s menace had reached breaking point and all the sides knew it was now or never. Dawn would either bring peace or infinite darkness and the fate of the human race was now in the
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