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By Lugh He sat silently, a wooden boy on a cold, stone bench, as they told him he would have to testify against his love. His puppet head jerked on its string as his jaw refused to move in protest. They told him he was the victim. Then they patted him on the head, the shoulders, and the back, telling him to be strong before asking if he would be all right in his room until the arraignment the next morning. His heart screamed in agony; but his wooden mouth remained clamped shut, and his he
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Sometimes the only option is to cut your strings and see if you can walk on your own...
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Flash Fiction Piece --- pondering the afterlife
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By Lugh Standing outside the pearly gates, waiting for admittance, I consider my life and think, "How boring." Saint Peter comes up to me with the keys in his hand, "Welcome to Heaven, your destination for Eternity. You have been Judged and found worthy to enter," he says as he unlocks the gates and bids me to proceed through. Hesitantly I step through and look around. Incorporeal beings, such as I now find myself to be, gather around various things of their interest. I find myself mar
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Puck was living the life of a normal teenager. It was a typical Monday morning, the day things get started, and boy did they.
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2010 Spring Anthology Michael Thomas George, known as Trey by his friends, has to participate in his high school’s annual spring heritage carnival although he is very much against it, or he does not graduate. The morning of April 16th is bright and clear and all the tables are brightly decorated, except one…
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It Was A Monday by Lugh It was a Monday. Everything seemed to start on a Monday. But this Monday was really no different than any other Monday as Monday's went. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Mum was shouting something about Kismet leaving his homework on the dining room table and Amberly's carpool had arrived. Dad was bouncing down the hall stairs trying to pound on one black wingtip while tying a burgundy tie which did not go at all with the
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"Trey, honey, are you sure you want to do this?" his mother asked as he finished packing the boxes in the back of his pick-up truck a full hour before school and the dreaded carnival. "I'm sure mom." "I'm not sure I like you spreading our personal business around the community like this." "It's not our personal business. It's a matter of public record, sort of." "No it's not." "There is a record of it somewhere and people other than me and you, dad, and her know about it. Tha
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When at war strange things happen. However, when a subordinate of Death lies... all Hell breaks loose.
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Flash Fiction By Lugh Crimson Lies, Sorbet Dreams, and the Sour Seraphic The battle had ended; the living had fled. The dead lay in broken piles where they had fallen like so many toy soldiers a child had left behind to rust in the grass. Among them he flitted, trying not to stain his wingtips as he called each soul from the body. It was not a job he enjoyed, and not one he usually did, but Death needed help and he was not busy so he was assigned. Normally he spent his days at pleasant -
There are somethings you do that just make you feel... ew.. after.
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Flash Fiction By Lugh Regrets Feeling the pressure of my extended family as they overcrowded my aunt's home, I had to get out and take a walk to just cool down, relax a little, and get some air. After a few blocks and a right turn, the houses changed from old Victorian to squat homes with broken windows and chain link fences. Children were playing basketball on the street. I slowed my steps, watching them play, wanting to join in, yet fearful of anot
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Elves have long memories. But who will remember them when they are gone?
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Flash Fiction By Lugh Rememberence Elves, like all races, have a myriad of traditions. In fact, they have so many traditions it can be difficult to keep up with them, especially for someone who was not raised amid the regulated chaos that is life under hill. One important tradition deals with honoring the dead. For such a long-lived race, life can seem immortal; yet, there is death, and each death must be properly remembered, for when an elf dies, where their life-blood flows roses grow
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A birthday surprise that doesn't go quite as planned.
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Flash Fiction By Lugh Galga Grove It was after midnight when she paused outside at the top of the stairs leading down to the new club, Galga Grove, and took a deep breath, which caused her breasts to pop out of the tight black leather corset she wore. She could hear the thrumming of the music. Side-stepping down the steep stair, she reached the bottom where the gaoler stood admiring the view as she descended. She produced her ID with a knowing wink from a hidden pocket in her black leat
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Where Puck is involved a little faith can go a long way,
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Changeling No one believed him of course. But then again, why should they? He had no proof to his tale, nothing to back up the events of the previous night. Hell, if he were hearing his tale he wouldn't believe him. He sat there looking at his father and began again. "There are elves in the forest behind the house." "Now son, last month it was ghosts in the attic. Do you really expect me to believe you when you say you've seen elves?" Robin looked just past his father's sh
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Graeme, I remember reading this the first time around and reading it the second time through just made it better. Thanks for writing what could be a classic.
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Read the FAQ: Make sure your settings are correct. Learn to use search. 'Like' Young Sage. Set your Notifications. The story will come to you.
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Thanks Dragonfire. Your reviews are always greatly appreciated.
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The Union of Darkness and Light
Lugh commented on Lugh's story chapter in The Union of Darkness and Light
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I liked writing this one. It was way different from what i typically write so I was a bit nervous. We will see how it goes. -
The Union of Darkness and Light
Lugh commented on Lugh's story chapter in The Union of Darkness and Light
Yeah I dropped a thread. Sorry. Can you say Sequel? -
[Lugh] The Union of Darkness and Light by Lugh
Lugh replied to Graeme's topic in Promoted Author Discussion Forum
yes he could see ghosts... I didn't develop that part of the story, I might revisit it with a sequel? I know I keep promising those. I know. I know. Maybe in another anthology. I like to do those. -
[Lugh] The Union of Darkness and Light by Lugh
Lugh replied to Graeme's topic in Promoted Author Discussion Forum
because both my editor and I missed it and my beta was too busy to beta so it got totally lost... I've already promised a rewrite... sorry.
