short-stories
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The No-Drama Llama sat up to exhibit his no-drama shirt and sat across from Precious the Cow at the Llama Café. Precious, who was still half of herself in a dream, was unusually quiet. “Something on your mind?” Asked the Llama, having replaced all of the patience that he had while sipping on his matcha…
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“If there was death, it may lie in the hopes of man, because there lays a population of forces that generate wealth for that.” Gilgamesh spoke. “It is necessary to know much,” Homer then said. “For that matter, even profane worship would be permitted if the devils showed any sign of needing or wanting it.”…
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Anything old, and for that matter anything round, was always absurdly beautiful for the little fox. With no one watching the moon, no voice or howl pursuing its eloquence in the sky, no voice but the cricking sound of the cold wind and the singing of crickets; the little fox hung on the other side…
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It was known among the wolves; among the mountain gatherers; it was known in the ancient temple, for the shamans of the forest whispered about her. And the morning of that day a canoe lay on the riverbank, too many things to question when Colossus went to rescue a war. There was no self-consciousness about…
Hadi Atallah 