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Samain's Stories.

Busted

Science Fiction
Samain
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We all ducked our heads as they went by, the finely attired guards that united what had once been as separate worlds. If they were near we said ‘please' and we said ‘thank you'; we minded who we spoke to and what it was we spoke about. We never spoke more to our own race than to others, for that was as dangerous as slurring one of them, as speaking out. They ...

In the Beginnning

Fantasy, Fable and Abstract
Samain
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Daylion was still young when the Guardians came, wardens in a time before jail houses. The peoples lived separately in their clans; there were the strange river folk, the desert men that held great wisdom but scarcely spoke, the stubborn mountain people who knew not how to quit, the wanderers that came and went with their coveted seers and so on. Alliances were made and violated; the one constant ...

A Strong Man

Abstract
Samain
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"Jerry, I'm heading to the mess tent, coming?"The man called Jerry glanced up, no smile lit his dark face, only purple smudges beneath his eyes seemed to give him any colour. It was early morning and their unit had two days rest before they headed out again, on patrol or surveillance, it really didn't matter to Jerry. He shook his head at Stu, who slept on the bunk above him."Maybe ...

Cards and Cookies

Children
Samain
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"Momma?" "Yes, dear?" She wiped her eyes before turning to her child. She was doing what was right, looking at her daughter she knew it was worth it. Her girl was a glowing child of four years, just about ready for schooling. She caught one of the girl's blond pigtails and twirled the end about her fingers. "What is it sweet heart?" T...

Wind Walker

Science Fiction and Western
Samain
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Wind Walker Good grief, why do I waste my time? Who really cares about this place, you can feel drafts coming through cracks from outside. I looked with disgust at the dirty cracks where floor met wall. "Trina Moor," Mr Barnes said. "Trina, do try to be interested in your I sighed, school was the bane of my life. "No please? I don't think so." I said, attitude dr...

Cursed but Loved

Fantasy
Samain
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Ana turned her head slightly north, testing the wind. There was a foreign scent in the air this morning: fear. The forest was full of it, shaking and waiting. Trembling. Turning away from the morning light, Ana shook out the stiffness in her limbs and took off. She was standing on the edge one moment, the next she was a blur through the Anathasian forest. Normally she would thrill in her speed and...

Who could love the living more?

Abstract
Samain
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My first experience with death was my grandfather, when I was about four years old. I was young, susceptible to the supernatural and uncomprehending. I associated the loss of grandpa with tears and a long black car, not until years later would I add the dark man to the equation.I was free from further experience for many years, people still died but I did not know them, or not well. Church taught ...