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Six Sentence Sunday, 4 September 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on September 4, 2011 by epbeaumont

The herd-mothers approached as well, and circled around her. She ought to have been frightened (said the city girl in her head) but wasn’t, for all that those deadly horns were flourishing around her, held aloft like lances on festival … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 28 August 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on August 28, 2011 by epbeaumont

She shook her head, to clear the dream: she’d slipped, momentarily, into the person of a raven soaring over a line of knights on horseback. Clearly not her real self. The unicorn foal not twenty paces away shook its head … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 21 August 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

Posted on August 21, 2011 by epbeaumont

The world had shifted around them, and Angie Stavros took a sort of grim satisfaction in it, that now most of the world felt as dislocated as she did. Welcome to my world, she thought as she caught a glimpse … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 14 August 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on August 14, 2011 by epbeaumont

I walk the colonnade of the vast stadium, its staircases rising past the locked gates. Along the top runs a frieze in which the counties are carved, all ninety-eight of them, geography in alphabetical order. The colonnade curves, outsize, all … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 7 August 2011 (Erika and the Vampire)

Posted on August 7, 2011 by epbeaumont

Erika knew who they were, Zack’s band, as if they weren’t totally blatant about it, with a name like Vlad and the Impalers. Vampire rock, with a lead singer named Drakul aka Drake, who used to be Zack. The drummer, … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 31 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 31, 2011 by epbeaumont

My job was not a bad job, as my parents reminded me. It was quite a good job, actually, for someone who was not in college (could not be in college), and through one connection or another I had gotten … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 24 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 24, 2011 by epbeaumont

I walked across the bridge, watching the wind ruffle the leaves and bits of disused trash blow across the sidewalk: a playbill from a cabaret evening, a lottery ticket, a torn bit of newspaper no longer legible. It didn’t matter. … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday: 17 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 17, 2011 by epbeaumont

On my way out, I stopped at the restroom. There are two of them, two little rooms side by side, decorated with photographs in frames and chandeliers with dangling lusters overhead. As I washed my hands, I looked at the … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday: 10 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 10, 2011 by epbeaumont

“Babushka tells me lots of stories. How the forest witches came to Petersburg after the deforestation.” “Why not go further east?” “That was already taken.” I thought of the fox I’d seen that morning, trotting through the imitation English cloister … Continue reading →

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Six Sentence Sunday, 3 July 2011 (The Shape-shifter’s Tale)

Posted on July 3, 2011 by epbeaumont

When I met Max, I was a boy, which is not to say that I’m a boy right now. I was black-haired, hazel-eyed, six feet tall and burly: a good look, a safe look for that afternoon and evening. I … Continue reading →

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