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Joyrides For Shut-Ins
Experience the dark and twisted world of American absurdist literature in this collection of stories that will leave you both perplexed and entertained.
From micro-fiction to short stories, each piece delves into the encounters, desires, and violence that make up the fabric of American culture and psyche. Meet characters who are both familiar and bizarre, as they navigate a world that blurs the lines between imagination and reality.
Fans of Samuel Beckett, Lydia Davis, and Chuck Palahniuk will find themselves immersed in this kaleidoscope of dead-pan incidents, where nothing is quite as it seems.
But be warned, as you turn each page, you may find yourself questioning your own grasp on reality.
Don't miss out on this masterful chiaroscuro of a book.
Name your price now!
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https://absurdproject.gumroad.com/l/JoyridesForShutIns
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I was writing a wee serial on substack before I abandoned the platform, but I also abandoned the story.
Here, rising from the ashes... A pair of witches!“Succumb to my devil vagina magic!” Shouted the naked woman as she ran down the street, the wind and rain not bothering her at all.
The suited guy she was chasing ran like his life depended on it. It didn’t, but he didn’t know that."
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Behind the Scenes: Part 5
The storyboards are taking shape in The Book Nook. I wanted to drop in and share a raw, quick sketch from the draft table as our newest picture book builds momentum. Capturing the emotion in a scene before any painting begins is where the real storytelling happens. These initial drawings are the blueprint for everything to come, giving us our very first look at how the pages will feel in a child’s hands. I cannot wait to share the next steps in this journey with you, so stay tuned right […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/09/behind-the-scenes-part-5/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 3
Behind the Scenes with Our Latest Sketch Every page of a picture book starts with simple lines on paper. Before we worry about color, lighting, or final details, we use these initial drafts to figure out how a scene feels.I wanted to share this rough drawing from another scene we are working on. In our house, my kids like to spot the tiny details in these early sketches that sometimes change by the time the final book is printed. Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go Drafting […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/05/behind-the-scenes-part-3/
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Behind the Scenes: Part 2
A Quick Look at Our Early Concept Art Before a new scene ever makes it to full color, it starts as a simple pencil sketch. I love keeping these early drafts because they capture the exact moment a story idea begins to take shape. My kids always enjoy looking over these rough drawings during our school day and trying to guess what the characters are doing. I thought it would be fun to share this sneak peek from our latest project with you! Rough Sketch from Sharing Kindness Wherever I Go […]https://heathercongrove.com/2026/09/01/behind-the-scenes-part-2/
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👋 Greetings… again! I'm Rafe (that's pronounced "Rayf), a #dad and #IT helpdude from #Utah, #USA. I’ve dabbled in necromancy and raised this account from the dead to serve as my everyday, general “whatever” account here on the Fediverse! 🧟♂️ It’ll probably be a lot of #ShowerThoughts, project updates, and general nerdery.
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Pirra and Frost’s story is $1 on Barnes and Noble!
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SHORT STORY: The Last Train Out
THE LAST TRAIN OUTAva had just clocked out of work and was heading home.
She usually passed by the train station on her way back, although she rarely used it. She preferred taking a bus and walking the rest of the distance. It was her little way of keeping fit after spending most of her day sitting in a laboratory.
Ava worked in one of the largest biochemical research laboratories in the city. She couldn’t imagine herself working anywhere else. The laboratory was known for its experimental research, but it had also become strangely notorious. There had been three unexplained contamination outbreaks within the facility in the past year, and even the CDC couldn’t keep up and had threatened to shut them down multiple times. Most people found that terrifying. Ava found it fascinating.
She had always been curious about everything and even things that science couldn’t immediately explain. That curiosity would eventually be the reason she survived.
While heading home she passed by the train station and heard it whistle, she instantly had dejavu like she had heard the whistle before, not just the whistle, the exact whistle, the same length, the same pause at the end of the whistle, and at the exact same time, 9:00 p.m.
Eventually, she shrugged it off. She passed the station every day. Maybe her brain was simply playing tricks on her.
The next evening, it happened again.
Same whistle.
Same time.
Same strange feeling.
Then again the following day.
And the day after that.
By Friday, Ava had stopped pretending it was a coincidence.
Suddenly, Ava found herself standing in the middle of Central Station with thousands of other people.
She didn’t remember walking there.
She didn’t remember entering the station.
One moment she had been walking to get a bus. The next, she was surrounded by people staring desperately at the tracks.
Ava looked around with no idea what was going on.
At exactly 10:00 p.m., every phone in the station buzzed at once.
Ava pulled hers out.
The same message appeared on every screen.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
Then the electricity went out.
Then the explosions began.
One.
Then another.
Then several at once.
The ground shook beneath their feet.
People screamed.
The train everyone was waiting for was no where to be found just the sound of train racks shaking. Within an hour of waiting at the train, parts of the city were on fire. Everyone scattered around moving to different platforms hoping the next train that came they’d jump in without thinking. While there was chaos everywhere, At 11:30 p.m., another message appeared.
LAST TRAIN LEAVING CENTRAL STATION AT 12:30 A.M.
DESTINATION: NORTH TERMINAL.
Ava stared at the message.
North Terminal had been abandoned for years. She knew that because her laboratory had once worked with the railway authority on environmental testing around the site. There hadn’t been a functioning train there in years. So why was the city sending a train there now?
Ava was already at central station, she sighed relief but before she knew crowd of people were already trooping in, some even pushing others onto the empty tracks.
While struggling not to fall and also to wait for the train, she heard a familiar voice.
“Ava!”
She turned.
Daniel was running toward her.
“You made it,” he said, breathless.
“I almost didn’t.”
Neither of them had time to say anything else.
Then the train whistle sounded.
Neither of them spoke.
The train rolled into the station.
It looked old
Dark
Its windows reflected nothing.
The doors opened.
People rushed inside even pushing some people out of the way.
Ava grabbed Daniel’s hand.
“Don’t let go.”
They boarded.
As soon as everyone settled into the train the lights came back on.
The first journey lasted forty-three minutes.
Ava remembered that because she kept checking the clock.
12:31.
12:47.
1:03.
1:14.
Then the train stopped.
The doors opened.
North Terminal.
But there was no station.
Only darkness.
A voice came through the speakers.
“One passenger must remain.”
Then the lights went out.
Ava grabbed Daniel’s hand.
“Daniel?”
Nothing.
She squeezed harder.
Her hand closed around empty air.
“Daniel?”
When the lights returned, everyone was gone.
When the lights returned, everyone was gone.
Every passenger.
Every bag.
Every person.
Ava was alone.
Then she saw him.
Daniel was standing outside the train.
On the platform. A single flickering light hung above him. His back was turned.
“Daniel!”
Slowly, he turned around.
His face was covered in blood.
Ava stopped breathing.
Something moved behind him.
Two eyes opened in the darkness.
They were looking directly at her.
Ava screamed and stumbled backward, hitting her head against the metal wall of the train.
The train doors slammed shut.
The train moved.
Ava woke up at her desk.
Her heart was pounding.
The laboratory was silent.
It was already 9:00 p.m. She couldn’t remember falling asleep.
She felt a stinging feeling like her palm was burning.
A strange symbol had appeared across her palm. A small black circle. She had never seen it before. She rubbed it but it hurt her as she did like a fresh flesh wound.
She picked up her things to leave the office.
The hallway lights flickered as she walked toward the elevator.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each light went out just after she passed it.
Ava stopped.
The last light above her flickered.
Then went completely dark.
She stepped into the elevator.
When the doors opened again, she was standing outside the train station.
Ava stared at the entrance.
She didn’t remember walking there.
Her phone buzzed.
DO NOT GO OUTSIDE.
Ava stared at the message.
Then another appeared.
LAST TRAIN LEAVING CENTRAL STATION AT 12:30 A.M.
DESTINATION: NORTH TERMINAL.
She was already at central station. People began trooping in.
She dropped the phone.
She saw Daniel
They got on the train together
The darkness.
His bloodied face.
Everyone disappears
She hit her head and falls
The train doors slammed shut.
The train moved.
She wakes up in her office again at exactly 9:00pm
Same cycle repeating itself
This time when she woke up in her office, she was the only one.
Same thing on her palms.
Then someone knocked on her door.
Three times.
Ava froze.
“Who is it?”
No answer.
She opened the door.
Nobody was there.
Only a piece of paper lying on the floor.
She picked it up.
There was one sentence written on it.
DON’T LET HIM GET ON THE TRAIN.
Ava stared at it.
She didn’t know who “him” was.
Until she got the train this time and saw Daniel, it clicked and looked at Daniel.
“Don’t get on the train,” she told him.
He laughed.
“Ava, the city is literally burning.”
“I know.”
“You want us to stay here?”
“I want to know what’s happening.”
The train arrived.
Ava watched the doors open.
Everyone boarded.
She didn’t.
Daniel stared at her.
“Ava.”
“Don’t.”
The train doors began closing.
Daniel stepped back.
Then suddenly, a little girl grabbed Ava’s hand.
Ava looked down.
The girl was crying.
“Please don’t let it leave.”
“Why?”
The girl pointed toward the train.
“My mother is inside.”
Ava looked through the windows.
The passengers were sitting silently and strangely every passenger was looking at her.
The doors closed.
The train left.
The moment it disappeared into the tunnel, the entire station went dark.
The little girl disappeared.
Ava was alone.
She looked around looking for Daniel but didn’t find him.
Then everything went black again but this time she didn’t hit her head.
Ava woke up in her office.
Again.
She screamed.
She knew immediately.
She was living a repeated cycle.
But this time, something was different.
The symbol on her palm had changed.
There were now two circles.
Ava stared at it.
Then she remembered the little girl.
The man on the train.
The sentence on the paper.
And one thought came to her.
Maybe the train wasn’t the destination.
Maybe it was a clue.
She had less than 2 hours before the whole cycle reset itself again.
Ava didn’t go to Central Station.
She went to the old railway archives.
She searched through newspapers.
Maps.
Construction records. Everything she could find about North Terminal.
She discovered that the North Terminal had been abandoned five years ago due to the fire outbreak and train accident that happened.
There was no functioning station there.
She looked at the map of the station and discovered an underground control room.
The original railway plans showed a tunnel that had been sealed.
Ava found an old photograph with newspapers that talked about a fire outbreak.
Six people stood in front of the tunnel.
Engineers.
Scientists.
Government officials.
And behind them was the same symbol on her palm. The two circles.
Ava’s heart began pounding. She needed to know more but she was running out of time.
She took the map and pictures and was heading further but she was out of time. Everywhere became pitch black and she woke up in her office again.
This time Ava went straight to the North Terminal.
She found the sealed tunnel.
Behind the rusted doors was a staircase.
She walked down.
Until she heard something.
A train.
But there were no tracks.
The sound was coming from beneath the ground.
She followed it.
At the bottom, she found a massive underground room.
Machines covered the walls.
Thousands of wires disappeared into the ceiling.
And in the centre was a giant glass chamber.
Inside it were people.
Dozens of them.
Sleeping.
Connected to machines.
Ava walked closer.
Then she saw Daniel.
Her breath caught.
He was inside the chamber.
Alive.
She ran toward him.
“Daniel!”
His eyes opened.
“Ava?”
She touched the glass.
He shook his head.
“You need to destroy everything, Ava.”
The lights in the room came on.
Six people stood behind her.
The same six people from the photograph.
Except they hadn’t aged.
Not a day.
“You finally found us.” One of them said
Ava turned.
“What have you done?”
The woman in front stepped forward.
“We built the first train.”
“Why?”
“To save the city.”
Ava looked at the machines.
“You’re killing people.”
“We’re preventing something worse, and the sacrifices are for the greater good.”
“Every cycle ends with the city destroyed.”
“So you reset it.”
“Yes.”
Ava stared at her.
“And everyone forgets.”
“Everyone except you.”
“Why me?”
The woman smiled.
“Because you were the first person who survived the last train out.”
Ava froze.
“What?”
“You were never supposed to remember.”
“How many times?”
The woman answered:
“One hundred and twelve.”
Ava’s face went pale.
She had lived this night 112 times.
Each time, she had boarded the train.
Each time, the city had died.
Each time, everything had started again.
“But why?”
“We built the machines using untested chemicals and machines that were found in space to make the train faster, we realised we could also travel in time and reset things using the train, but the more we used the more we upset the balance of time.”
“We’ve been stuck here feeding the machine and trying to stop the end of the world.”
The room began shaking.
“You have two choices, Ava. Only you can save us all.”
The woman raised her hand.
“Board the train again.”
The machines began humming.
“And the cycle continues.”
She pointed towards the machines
“Or destroy the machine.”
Ava looked at the people trapped inside the chambers.
Then at Daniel.
Then at the machines.
“What happens if I destroy it?”
Before the woman could answer she fell and hit her head and was having a seizure.
The other five tried to attack Ava but she took a metal pipe and hit the chamber filled with liquid. She knew the liquid was harmless, but volatile and realised that her laboratory were the ones who first created the liquid. At that time she didn’t realise what they were creating such large quantities. The liquid from the chambers swept the other five in different directions hitting their head on the metals around.
Ava looked at Daniel.
“Can you walk?”
He nodded.
“Then let’s end this.”
The alarms began screaming.
Daniel pulled the emergency lever beside the glass chamber.
The machine exploded with sparks.
The room shook violently.
“Stop!”
The woman got up and screamed.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing!”
Ava looked at her.
“I understand perfectly.”
She ran toward the central machine.
The woman tried to stop her.
Ava pushed her. Crashing each other against the controls.
The machine began overheating.
The train whistle sounded somewhere beneath them.
The woman screamed:
“IF YOU DESTROY IT, THE TRAIN WILL NEVER COME BACK!”
Ava pulled the final lever.
The machine exploded.
The underground room filled with white light.
Every screen shattered.
Every wire burned.
The sound of the train became deafening.
Before they could make it out, it exploded flinging them outside to the train tracks.
Ava felt a ringing sound in her ears before closing her eyes and then silence.
Ava opened her eyes.
She was lying on the floor of Central Station.
The station was crowded.
People were talking and walking past her.
Trains were arriving.
Nobody was screaming.
Nobody was running.
Nobody was dying.
Ava sat up and quickly looked at her palm. The symbol was gone.
Ava’s phone rang, it was the hospital.
They had called to tell her Daniel woke up from the coma. She smiled. Daniel was Ava’s fiancée, he had been in the train accident that happened five years ago and had been in a coma since.
She looked toward the tracks.
A train arrived.
Ava’s heart skipped a bit.
It was the same black train.
The same one.
But this time, it was different.
The windows reflected the passengers.
The lights inside were warm.
The doors opened.
People stepped off.
Alive.
Real.
Ava watched silently.
Then she saw them.
The six people from the photograph.
They stepped off the train.
Behind them came the little girl and her mother.
The woman who had been trapped inside the machine looked at Ava.
She smiled.
“Thank you.”
Ava frowned.
“For what?”
“For letting us go.”
Ava looked at the train.
“The six of you…”
The woman nodded.
“We were trapped inside the machine just as much as everyone else.”
“And the train?”
The woman looked back at it.
“It was trapped too.”
Ava looked at the black train.
For five years, it had carried the same people toward the same ending.
Over and over.
Never arriving.
Never leaving.
Until now.
Ava looked back at the tracks.
The black train slowly disappeared into the morning light.
For the first time, it wasn’t taking anyone anywhere.
It was simply leaving.
Thank you for reading!!!
Love,
Dupe Abiona
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If you like metaphors and similes (or hardboiled crime fiction), this one's for you: https://stancarey.wordpress.com/2026/08/06/30-odd-metaphors-from-ross-macdonald/
#language #metaphor #ShortStories #CrimeFiction #reading #writing
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The Uncanny Valley: Tales from a Lost Town (The Uncanny Chronicles)
"Thirty-Three Tales. Thirty-Three Tellers. One Lost Town"
Sale: $6.99 to $1.99
by Gregory Miller
Rating: 4.3/5 (1,685 Reviews)
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The Uncanny Valley: Tales from... -
This Story Hour, Eliane Boey and Tia Tashiro read us very human stories in all-too-believable futures. Highly recommended! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #ScienceFiction #SFF #ElianeBoey #TiaTashiro @elianeboey https://youtu.be/fxt3V6iussM
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This week, fan favorite Eliane Boey returns—and Tia Tashiro makes her Story Hour debut! Tia will read her Hugo-, Locus- and Sturgeon-nominated “Missing Helen.” Join us Wednesday at 7:00 p.m. PDT! #Bookstodon #StoryHour2020 #ShortStories #ShortFiction #AuthorReading #FantasyFiction #ScienceFiction #SFF #ElianeBoey #TiaTashiro @elianeboey https://www.storyhour2020.com/
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I've just finished reading Ted Chiang's "Story of Your Life" (the short story the movie "Arrival" was based on), and it was great. It is part of a compilation of stories by the author titled "Stories of Your Life and Others."
Its explanation of the heptapods' language is more detailed than is the movie's, and more central to the plot. It's a great piece of science fiction you can finish in a few reads (it's only 120 pages long.)
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Tales From The Territory: A Cosy ARC Book Review
Tales from the Territory is exactly what you’d expect from a compendium of short stories from the Legends & Lattes world. They are fun, cosy, and filled to the brim with wholesome and heart warming interactions, lovely character experiences, and overcoming difficulties.https://collectingandreading.co.uk/2026/05/28/tales-from-the-territory-a-cosy-arc-book-review/
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Resting Place
This story details the ‘birth’ of MISERY during the death of her father(s)
Content warning for mildly vidid description of the decay process
Something terrible occurred. The ending of the situation resulted in the bodies of several princes to be dumped at Discaria della’Inviolata landfill.
piled atop each other,
the bodies were left to rot,
entering livor mortis,
their sacred blood spills onto the garbage where they had been dumped.
Ashuton’s body was face down, and from the open gash on his abdomen, a pink egg fell out.
Under them this pink egg rests,
soft-shelled,
absorbing all of the rot.
* * *
The bodies have strangely entered the decomposition common amongst all eukaryotic organisms, perhaps this is because they died in their human forms.
the bodies expand and bruise,
their bodies breaking down from within,
this doesn’t happen usually.
Usually.
their mouths, noses and eyes leak black liquid,
“purge fluid,” humans call it,
it is that but for a dragon it is something extra mixed in:
Substance--the goo they were born with, responsible for helping them shapeshift, the liquid humans kill for.
days, weeks, months, how long had it been?
portions of their bodies had liquified,
the egg was drenched in death,
their human forms were beyond self reconstruction at this point.
portions of their bodies had formed Adipocere,
the wax forms itself as bumpy scales along their exposed bones,
and their bodies, despite decaying, were slowly shifting into draconic states,
horns potrude from their heads,
tails form,
their skeletal hands regrow their flesh,
with pieces of scales jutting out
at this point, the egg was ready to hatch.
amongst all the blowflies,
cicada nymphs,
and surrounded by her fathers,
she takes her first peek of the outside world.
she slithers out the shell,
coiling around Ashuton,
she waits patiently until her arms and legs can work.
days later, she is still coiled around her father.
by now, his human body is gone, replaced with his biped draconic form.
her talons, black
her eyes, yellow
her soft scales, pink
but inside, a virus runs rampant.
she waits patiently for them to wake up and take her to their new home.Cicadas do not form nor are attracted to dead bodies. They are, however, attracted to Karrucci dragons.
The princes who got killed in a battle were Ashuton, Carlotto (Charlie), Rico, Chamyou, Che, Zaccari (Zack), Tommaso, Armando, Mwanu, Meep, Siletero and Massimo. The person who killed them took pieces of their horns and dumped their bodies.
It should also be noted, a dragon can discard their human form at any time. They will just be locked into a dragon form while their body recreates the human form from within.
this story is new, unlike the other stories surrounding Misery.
The landfill is this place
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I've begun reading a compilation of short stories by Ted Chiang, including "Story of Your Life", on which the film "Arrival" was based on. I hope they're at least as good as the movie was for me.
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Periodic reminder to #comic #artists #narrators #poets #voiceactors etc. if you are struggling to find a plot, you are welcome to borrow one from my latest collection of #shortstories
You don't have to pay me or even add a link to the book, although it would be nice if you mentioned me
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Short Story News: Elvis Impersonators, Scuba Diving Cats, and Maybe More?
This week I got some news I'd been hoping for in finding out that I sold a short story to an anthology project. I don't want to say too much, though the contract is signed, and the project is for speculative fiction stori
https://kitauthor.com/short-story-news-elvis-impersonators-scuba-diving-cats-and-maybe-more/
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i'm ewan — developer, writer, occasional poet. i build open-source ATProto tooling,
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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴: "𝗔𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀" 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗟. 𝗠. 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆 -
Everyone is excited to talk about Green Gables Montgomery's "darker side," and these are definitely more adult, but from a far simple, even quaint, age of gentle spooky tales.
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My Rhino Wars – The Flat Tire and the Lion
The Flat Tyre and Lion Because the APUs are the last people to get funds we had been patrolling with really wrecked tyres for weeks. Our spare was absolutely useless at this stage. In the early hours Johannes and I were glad to see a lion in the thick bush, for exactly 2 minutes. A few meters down the road we got another flat. The procedure we had by now perfected was to get the small battery charged air pump out and just keep on stopping every now and then to inflate the almost useless […]https://waynebisset.wordpress.com/2026/03/07/my-rhino-wars-the-flat-tire-and-the-lion/
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Seeking #comicbook, excerpts, #shortstories, illustrated #poetry, and #manga style storytelling to be featured on Underground Bookshelf!
(recent/upcoming #bookreleases and #indieauthor Q&As are also available)
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It’s Weekend, Let’s Read: Anthony Trollope’s Christmas Stories #PublicDomain #Books
You know I have been reading the Barset Novels (loving them) and I have also read recently The Fixed Period (loved it), so my recommendation for this weekend is again works by Anthony Trollope that I intend to read and you can also read right here, right now.
According with the The Trollope Society, Anthony Trollope has eight stories related to Christmas and I’m making a list here and try to find them online so you can also read them.
- Catherine Carmichael; Or Three Years Running
I only found this story in a pdf format which is not very good to read on a mobile or ereader so last year I transformed the pdf into an epub, corrected the typos, and made it available here, where you can read it on the browser or choose to download the epub format.
- Christmas At Thompson Hall
- Christmas Day At Kirkby Cottage
- The Mistletoe Bough
- The Two Generals
- The Two Heroines of Plumplington
- The Widow’s Mite
These six works can be found at Standard Ebooks. You can download the whole ebook here or go through the table of contents and choose the stories you want to read directly on the browser. The only story that is not a short story is The Two Heroines… that has around 100 pages
- Not if I Know it
I couldn’t find this short available online without restrictions, I will be continuing my search and update this post accordingly. If you know where we can find it online and accessible by anyone, do add it in the comments. Trollope’s works are in public domain.
The book in the photo does not have three of the stories: Catherine Carmichael; The Two Heroines of Plumplington; The Widow’s Mite.
#AmReading #AnthonyTrollope #BookLook #books #ChristmasBooks #ChristmasShortStories #livros #publicDomain #readings #ShortStories
- Catherine Carmichael; Or Three Years Running
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In the new short story anthology "Signos: A Fiction Anthology Of Filipino Supernatural," we get horror stories — as well as fantasy, dark fantasy, and slipstream — from the Filipino perspective. To learn more, check out this exclusive interview with two of the editors, Tilde Acuña and Kristine Ong Muslim.
https://paulsemel.com/exclusive-interview-signos-editors-tilde-acuna-and-kristine-ong-muslim/
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#Signos #SignosAFictionAnthologyOfFilipinoSupernatural #Philippines #Filipino #ShortStory #ShortStories #Horror #Fantasy #DarkFantasy #Slipstream -
From shocking short stories to a talking foetus: Ian McEwan’s 10 best books – ranked! https://www.theguardian.com/books/2025/sep/15/from-shocking-short-stories-to-a-talking-foetus-ian-mcewans-10-best-books-ranked #Shortstories #IanMcEwan #Culture #Fiction #Books
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Growing Older, A Short Story in X Paragraphs
Back when we studied poetry in school, I remember reading a poem that had a great impact on me. I now can't remember the author's name, or the poem's title, or any of the lines from the poem. But I do remember that it was about a Shropshire lad.
(You're such a lovely audience here on the Fediverse. Is there anyone here from Shropshire tonight?)
Many years later, I encountered a very amusing cartoon by an artist whose name I can no longer remember. Its caption was, "That OTHER Shropshire lad." I can't remember what happened in the cartoon, but it was not one of those laught-out-loud cartoons. It was one of those sideward wink cartoons that implied, "We're all sophisticates here who appreciate an ironic cartoon, and we're all in on this joke about multiple Shropshire lads -- or at least more than one Shropshire lad."Quite a few years later, in one of the last jobs for which I was getting paid, I worked with a very nice co-worker whose family name was actually Shropshire.
He was an extremely friendly, interesting, talented, and pleasant chap with an offbeat sense of humor.
(He was the first and last person I'd ever met named Shropshire. Quite literally a Shropshire lad. In fact it suddenly occurs to me -- as I'm telling you this -- that he was ANOTHER other Shropshire lad.)
He was very tall, as I remember, and could dominate the conversation in any group by dint of his size.
I guess this just goes to show that life can be very strange. You read a poem about a Shropshire lad, later you see a cartoon about another Shropshire lad, and even later than that you become acquainted with a real-life Shropshire lad. (Even though he wasn't from Shropshire.)
I suppose that those of you who are from Shropshire won't find this chain of events about lads from Shropshire so strange -- there always being multiple lads who are from there at any given time. Yet here we are now on the Fediverse, and I think it would be cheating to look up the original poem to give you the author's name and cite some lines, and unfair to research the cartoon and attach it here for you.
It felt truer to me to just to tell you the story as it came to me. And that's what I did.
#Poetry #Cartoons #Aging #Shropshire #AEHousman #Literature #Comedy #ShortStories #Revery #StreamOfConsciousness #MicroFiction -
Growing Older, A Short Story in X Paragraphs
Back when we studied poetry in school, I remember reading a poem that had a great impact on me. I now can't remember the author's name, or the poem's title, or any of the lines from the poem. But I do remember that it was about a Shropshire lad.
(You're such a lovely audience here on the Fediverse. Is there anyone here from Shropshire tonight?)
Many years later, I encountered a very amusing cartoon by an artist whose name I can no longer remember. Its caption was, "That OTHER Shropshire lad." I can't remember what happened in the cartoon, but it was not one of those laught-out-loud cartoons. It was one of those sideward wink cartoons that implied, "We're all sophisticates here who appreciate an ironic cartoon, and we're all in on this joke about multiple Shropshire lads -- or at least more than one Shropshire lad."Quite a few years later, in one of the last jobs for which I was getting paid, I worked with a very nice co-worker whose family name was actually Shropshire.
He was an extremely friendly, interesting, talented, and pleasant chap with an offbeat sense of humor.
(He was the first and last person I'd ever met named Shropshire. Quite literally a Shropshire lad. In fact it suddenly occurs to me -- as I'm telling you this -- that he was ANOTHER other Shropshire lad.)
He was very tall, as I remember, and could dominate the conversation in any group by dint of his size.
I guess this just goes to show that life can be very strange. You read a poem about a Shropshire lad, later you see a cartoon about another Shropshire lad, and even later than that you become acquainted with a real-life Shropshire lad. (Even though he wasn't from Shropshire.)
I suppose that those of you who are from Shropshire won't find this chain of events about lads from Shropshire so strange -- there always being multiple lads who are from there at any given time. Yet here we are now on the Fediverse, and I think it would be cheating to look up the original poem to give you the author's name and cite some lines, and unfair to research the cartoon and attach it here for you.
It felt truer to me to just to tell you the story as it came to me. And that's what I did.
#Poetry #Cartoons #Aging #Shropshire #AEHousman #Literature #Comedy #ShortStories #Revery #StreamOfConsciousness #MicroFiction -
Growing Older, A Short Story in X Paragraphs
Back when we studied poetry in school, I remember reading a poem that had a great impact on me. I now can't remember the author's name, or the poem's title, or any of the lines from the poem. But I do remember that it was about a Shropshire lad.
(You're such a lovely audience here on the Fediverse. Is there anyone here from Shropshire tonight?)
Many years later, I encountered a very amusing cartoon by an artist whose name I can no longer remember. Its caption was, "That OTHER Shropshire lad." I can't remember what happened in the cartoon, but it was not one of those laught-out-loud cartoons. It was one of those sideward wink cartoons that implied, "We're all sophisticates here who appreciate an ironic cartoon, and we're all in on this joke about multiple Shropshire lads -- or at least more than one Shropshire lad."Quite a few years later, in one of the last jobs for which I was getting paid, I worked with a very nice co-worker whose family name was actually Shropshire.
He was an extremely friendly, interesting, talented, and pleasant chap with an offbeat sense of humor.
(He was the first and last person I'd ever met named Shropshire. Quite literally a Shropshire lad. In fact it suddenly occurs to me -- as I'm telling you this -- that he was ANOTHER other Shropshire lad.)
He was very tall, as I remember, and could dominate the conversation in any group by dint of his size.
I guess this just goes to show that life can be very strange. You read a poem about a Shropshire lad, later you see a cartoon about another Shropshire lad, and even later than that you become acquainted with a real-life Shropshire lad. (Even though he wasn't from Shropshire.)
I suppose that those of you who are from Shropshire won't find this chain of events about lads from Shropshire so strange -- there always being multiple lads who are from there at any given time. Yet here we are now on the Fediverse, and I think it would be cheating to look up the original poem to give you the author's name and cite some lines, and unfair to research the cartoon and attach it here for you.
It felt truer to me to just to tell you the story as it came to me. And that's what I did.
#Poetry #Cartoons #Aging #Shropshire #AEHousman #Literature #Comedy #ShortStories #Revery #StreamOfConsciousness #MicroFiction -
Growing Older, A Short Story in X Paragraphs
Back when we studied poetry in school, I remember reading a poem that had a great impact on me. I now can't remember the author's name, or the poem's title, or any of the lines from the poem. But I do remember that it was about a Shropshire lad.
(You're such a lovely audience here on the Fediverse. Is there anyone here from Shropshire tonight?)
Many years later, I encountered a very amusing cartoon by an artist whose name I can no longer remember. Its caption was, "That OTHER Shropshire lad." I can't remember what happened in the cartoon, but it was not one of those laught-out-loud cartoons. It was one of those sideward wink cartoons that implied, "We're all sophisticates here who appreciate an ironic cartoon, and we're all in on this joke about multiple Shropshire lads -- or at least more than one Shropshire lad."Quite a few years later, in one of the last jobs for which I was getting paid, I worked with a very nice co-worker whose family name was actually Shropshire.
He was an extremely friendly, interesting, talented, and pleasant chap with an offbeat sense of humor.
(He was the first and last person I'd ever met named Shropshire. Quite literally a Shropshire lad. In fact it suddenly occurs to me -- as I'm telling you this -- that he was ANOTHER other Shropshire lad.)
He was very tall, as I remember, and could dominate the conversation in any group by dint of his size.
I guess this just goes to show that life can be very strange. You read a poem about a Shropshire lad, later you see a cartoon about another Shropshire lad, and even later than that you become acquainted with a real-life Shropshire lad. (Even though he wasn't from Shropshire.)
I suppose that those of you who are from Shropshire won't find this chain of events about lads from Shropshire so strange -- there always being multiple lads who are from there at any given time. Yet here we are now on the Fediverse, and I think it would be cheating to look up the original poem to give you the author's name and cite some lines, and unfair to research the cartoon and attach it here for you.
It felt truer to me to just to tell you the story as it came to me. And that's what I did.
#Poetry #Cartoons #Aging #Shropshire #AEHousman #Literature #Comedy #ShortStories #Revery #StreamOfConsciousness #MicroFiction -
Growing Older, A Short Story in X Paragraphs
Back when we studied poetry in school, I remember reading a poem that had a great impact on me. I now can't remember the author's name, or the poem's title, or any of the lines from the poem. But I do remember that it was about a Shropshire lad.
(You're such a lovely audience here on the Fediverse. Is there anyone here from Shropshire tonight?)
Many years later, I encountered a very amusing cartoon by an artist whose name I can no longer remember. Its caption was, "That OTHER Shropshire lad." I can't remember what happened in the cartoon, but it was not one of those laught-out-loud cartoons. It was one of those sideward wink cartoons that implied, "We're all sophisticates here who appreciate an ironic cartoon, and we're all in on this joke about multiple Shropshire lads -- or at least more than one Shropshire lad."Quite a few years later, in one of the last jobs for which I was getting paid, I worked with a very nice co-worker whose family name was actually Shropshire.
He was an extremely friendly, interesting, talented, and pleasant chap with an offbeat sense of humor.
(He was the first and last person I'd ever met named Shropshire. Quite literally a Shropshire lad. In fact it suddenly occurs to me -- as I'm telling you this -- that he was ANOTHER other Shropshire lad.)
He was very tall, as I remember, and could dominate the conversation in any group by dint of his size.
I guess this just goes to show that life can be very strange. You read a poem about a Shropshire lad, later you see a cartoon about another Shropshire lad, and even later than that you become acquainted with a real-life Shropshire lad. (Even though he wasn't from Shropshire.)
I suppose that those of you who are from Shropshire won't find this chain of events about lads from Shropshire so strange -- there always being multiple lads who are from there at any given time. Yet here we are now on the Fediverse, and I think it would be cheating to look up the original poem to give you the author's name and cite some lines, and unfair to research the cartoon and attach it here for you.
It felt truer to me to just to tell you the story as it came to me. And that's what I did.
#Poetry #Cartoons #Aging #Shropshire #AEHousman #Literature #Comedy #ShortStories #Revery #StreamOfConsciousness #MicroFiction -
Tomorrow night I'll be reading a fun story about a goth chick, a metalhead, and a human skull of unknown providence. Come check out a great evening of horror storytelling. It's free! https://www.eventbrite.com/e/virtual-horror-talent-showcase-tickets-1328720491759
#HorrorWriters #ShortStories #AuthorsOnMastodon #SpeculativeFiction #WritingCommunity
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Dr. Poonam Anand Honoured with 'Lalita Smriti Samman' in Bhopal.
https://aliyesha.com/sub/articles/news/display/bh_dr_poonam_anand_honoured_in_bhopal
#bihar #patna #india #news #press #arts #literature #books #LiteraryHonour #RenownedWriter #BiharPride #HindiLiterature #ShortStories #WomenWriters
Enjoy tracker free reading with us. #privacy #privacymatters
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In the 3 eerie tales discussed by David Robb above, James Hogg explores the quirks, possibilities, & dark undercurrents of human psychology
👻 Mary Burnet
👺 The Brownie of the Black Haggs
👿 Strange Letter of a Lunatic9/10
Download the free ebook here:
https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/free-publications/the-devil-i-am-sure/
#Scottish #literature #JamesHogg #18thcentury #19thcentury #shortfiction #shortstories #gothic #romanticism #folklore #supernatural
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CW: racism,slavery,sherlock holmes
I'm currently blogging my way through a reread of the Sherlock Holmes short stories. And just got to "The Five Orange Pips". Which, as I say in my writeup, is "a story that I find personally one of the most disturbing in the entire Holmes canon". https://vivdunstan.dreamwidth.org/tag/sherlock+holmes #SherlockHolmes #Racism #BlackLivesMatter #Slavery #VictorianLiterature #ConanDoyle #Literature #Books #Bookstodon #Reading #Fiction #ShortStories
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Done with the latest update!
‘1001 Nights & Other Short Stories’at Amazon
https://amazon.com/author/atbeauneat XinXii
https://www.xinxii.com/atbeaune-111456#book #books #e-books #1001nights #shoestory #3swords #atbeaune #collection #omnibus #poetry #drama #shortstories #humour #scripts #screenplays #fiction #nonfiction #literature #classic #fantasy #romance #apolllo11 #exploration #travel #taiwan #usa
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Ha! Je to doma! Tohle byl poslední kousek, který mi chyběl do sbírky. Konečně mám doma kompletní dílo Stephena Kinga (včetně povídek) a touto knihou jsem zároveň zkompletoval i Dana Simmonse. Tedy, alespoň vše, co vyšlo u nás.
#stephenking #dansimmons #grrmartin #kniha #povidky #book #knihy #books #shortstories #sbírka #collection #temnevize
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Ha! Je to doma! Tohle byl poslední kousek, který mi chyběl do sbírky. Konečně mám doma kompletní dílo Stephena Kinga (včetně povídek) a touto knihou jsem zároveň zkompletoval i Dana Simmonse. Tedy, alespoň vše, co vyšlo u nás.
#stephenking #dansimmons #grrmartin #kniha #povidky #book #knihy #books #shortstories #sbírka #collection #temnevize
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Ha! Je to doma! Tohle byl poslední kousek, který mi chyběl do sbírky. Konečně mám doma kompletní dílo Stephena Kinga (včetně povídek) a touto knihou jsem zároveň zkompletoval i Dana Simmonse. Tedy, alespoň vše, co vyšlo u nás.
#stephenking #dansimmons #grrmartin #kniha #povidky #book #knihy #books #shortstories #sbírka #collection #temnevize
