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Legend Tripping

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  1. Most of the children of Carlin High School were engaged in the usual playground activities, girl gossiped rapidly sounding like a thousand busy typewriters; youthful first years laughed and chas ed each other around the yard, burning off energy; older kids from the rough end of town hid behi nd the toilets, smoking weed. Steven was sitting alone, perched on the fence like a hawk, watching all the normal mayhem when he spotted Simon Anderson take a nosedive onto the concrete. The boy just went white and dropped, and even though the other kids were making a godawful din, Steven definitely heard Simon’s skull crack like a heavy egg as it smashed onto the ground. The noise was a sickening, hollow sound that made his heart jump in his chest. He immediately jumped off the fence and rushed to see if the older boy was alright. In the seconds it took him to move to where Simon was, there was a large crowd around Simon, some girls were screaming, an older boy was shouting, “Get a tea
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The Dispossessed.

Hello. It's me. Look, I know I promised never to call you, to leave you alone and, well, I'm sorry but I had to. Look... Look... no don't hang up, please? Dammit… It's me again, please, don't hang up. I know how much you hate me and I just wanted to say you were right all along. Are you still there? Ah, good... The noise? It's rain believe it or not. It's teeming at the moment. What do I want? Okay, first of all I'm sorry I got you fired. It was never my intent to harm you in any way but you just got too close to me and I didn't want to get into trouble. I kept my nose as clean as I could but you couldn't let it go. You just kept pestering me. Yes I reported you to your superiors but you could have stayed away, you didn't. Anyway, that doesn't matter now. I'm sorry I got you fired. Why are you laughing? I wasn't giving you any pity. Look I haven't got much time so I'm going to tell you what you wanted to
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From "The Cycle of The Sisters": Cailleach.

She sighed a cold white blizzard over the hills and glens. A freezing static, a swarm of ice crystals that clung to every living thing, suffocating it, drinking in the life and warmth and leaving only the silent empty paleness of death across the land. Under the frozen blanket she had woven nothing stirred. It was a web of which she was the centre. Through the eyes of a dying doe she saw the prey approach. A small red thing riding along the poisonous tarmac that had tracked out of the city into her pristine and unclaimed domain. She had been waiting for it. The deer finally died, her vision flitted, she was looking from elsewhere, down over the carriage the creature drove. It unwittingly crossed over the border of the real and into her territory without even realising it. Cailleach smiled and felt her stomach growl in anticipation. Adam did not know when he had left the house. He'd been in another fury with Lesley and the kids and stormed out, that much he reca
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