a cast of characters

Tales From The Town #17: Emergency Repairs

“There, there, little one,” the witch said. “All done now.”

The doll slowly raised her stiff little arm up and touched her stiff little face with her stiff little hand. She blinked and winked and chuckled. She had a new eye! Now she wouldn’t look so creepy at all!

“It suits you,” the witch said, as the doll fluttered those stiff little eyelids at her. She leaned down and wiped a droplet of blood from the doll’s cheek. “I don’t know where the crows find them. And still fresh too. I bet you could cry now if you wanted to.”

The doll shook her head and gave an eerie little giggle instead. She was too happy to cry.

“Now, let’s talk about my fee,” the witch said. “I hope you’ve got a good secret for me, dearie?”

The doll nodded her stiff little head and then stood up on her stiff little legs and tottered over to the edge of the table and whispered her secret into the witch’s ear.

“Ooh, that is a good little secret,” the witch said. “A good little secret indeed!”

In the queue by the door, the other broken little dolls all strained to hear what their sister said. They hoped her secret wasn’t the same as theirs. The last thing a doll wanted was to be in debt to a witch.

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Notes:

1. Written between the 4th and the 6th of May, 2021

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Tales From The Town #16: Broadcast Media

They had it all set up. They were going to make a video and upload it to youtube.

Daniel pressed record.

There were thirty seconds of silence.

“What’s wrong?” Tina whispered from off camera.

“I can’t think of anything to say,” said Ethel.

“Good,” said Claire. This hadn’t been her idea at all.

“Shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“I will!” said Ethel.

“Good!”

There were thirty seconds of silence.

“Why don’t you say something, Claire?” Tina suggested.

“I don’t want to say anything!”

Good,” said Ethel.

“Shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“I already have!” Claire said.

“Good!”

There were thirty seconds of silence.

Daniel pressed stop.

They did not upload it to youtube.

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Notes:

1. Written between the 4th and the 6th of May, 2021

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Tales From The Town #15: Summer

A Summer’s Day

“It’s hot,” Tina said.

“It’s really hot,” Claire agreed.

“It’s too hot,” Ethel insisted.

“It’s not hot enough,” said Daniel.

A Summer’s Night

It was dark outside. Really dark. You couldn’t see a thing. But you could hear it all. It went on and on. It would not stop. Don’t they ever sleep out there?

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Notes:

1. Written on May 6th, 2021

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Tales From The Town #14: The Little Drummer Girl

The little drummer girl walked barefoot through the woods, her hair fluttering in the breeze like the flag of a forgotten kingdom. She had walked these lands since the civil war. She would walk them till the next. A trail of blood, a trail of bones. This country of ours is an endless grave. Only the beat of her drum keeps the dead asleep.

“She’s definitely a ghost,” Ethel said, as she peered out from behind the tree to a get a better look.

“She’s not a ghost,” said Claire. “She’s a musician.”

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Notes:

1. Written on May 6th, 2021
2. The title is from a John le Carre novel
3. But mostly I was thinking of this Tom Vek video
4. Which I love more than I should

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Tales From The Town #13: An Alphabet Of Absences

A

They decided to write this story without specific letters.

B

So each sentence would have a different one missing (in order).

C

It was harder than it looked at first.

D


Especially without cheating.

E

But Tina had a plan.

F

So what they did was write each sentence out however they liked.

G

And then they would use the thesaurus to find alternatives to any words that didn’t fit.

H

Claire said it still sounded like deviousness.

I

Ethel expressed an opposed theory.

J

While Daniel didn’t even know how the thesaurus worked.

K

So he just inspected up words in the dictionary that he loved the sound of.

L

His favourite was ‘phantasm’.

M

Or perhaps ‘pennyweight’.

N

‘Periwig’ was also a good word.

O

He didn’t get passed P.

P

Claire wanted to know what the book was actually going to be about.

Q

Tina said that it didn’t have to be about anything.

R

Except itself.

S

Claire pronounced that that verbalized like a load of old garbage.

T

Which was probably verifiable.

U

“We deserved to have chosen something simpler,” Ethel said.

V

“Like an acrostic!”

W

“Acrostics are the most terrible of all things!” Claire said.

X

By now Daniel was playing on his glockenspiel.

Y

And Tina had gone off sailing on her large boat that is used for the most part for pleasure cruising.

Z

So Claire and Ethel abandoned the story and went outside to feed the hippotigris.

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Notes:

1. Written on May 5th, 2021
2. The actual name for books written without specific letters is a lipogram
3. Which is a strangely rubbish word
4. For a quite pleasing concept

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