Tale #73: (fragment)

There was a woman who lived in the woods. She gathered up the dead things that lay on the forest floor and brought them to her home. She gave names to these nameless creatures, whispered words of love and kindness as she placed them in freshly dug graves. And at night they would come out and walk with her, beneath the stars, beneath the moon, the shadows wrapped around them like robes.

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Notes:

1. Written in June 2018

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Tale #46: (fragment)

There was a woman who lived in the woods. She never cut her hair and it grew long and thick and fast and strong. Over the years it tangled up in the branches of the trees and the strangles of the bushes, and eventually it stretched out in strands across the whole of the forest.

And the woman sat in her chair by the fire and rocked herself back and forth and waited, patiently, for those she might draw near.

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Notes:

1. Written August 2014

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Tale #41: (fragment)

They killed our mothers and they killed our fathers and they killed most of our friends and most of their families too. And they burnt down our houses and they burnt down our churches and threw our books into the flames and our clothes and our paintings and our photos and they would have thrown our memories in too if they could. They loaded up their trucks with our money and our food and even our dogs, even our cats. And as they drove off through the smoke with the last of our things, they shouted out to us that now, finally, we were fortunate and free.

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Notes:

1. Written August 2016

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Tale #20: (fragment)

There was a woman who lived in the woods. At night, after everyone had gone home and she could be herself for a time, she liked to remove her teeth one by one and line them up on the kitchen table, rows of crooked castles on a barren plain.

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1. From August 2014, I think, in some abandoned piece or other

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