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| The Forest | The Forest is an e-zine published on Annwn's sister site, Ravensmeet. It's a collection of stories, poetry and snippets of many shapes and forms and is a good read! This article gives info both on the e-zine and Ravensmeet. | |
| Midwinter |
"The sun was new in the sky when Rhiannon heard the
voices for the first time. They were whispering to her in
dusky tones, too quiet to comprehend but distinct enough
that she knew she was no longer dreaming."
The fabric between two worlds thins enough for a contract to be made...
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The Tale Crow's
Tale
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The Tale Crow is a white crow, the bearer
of messages for the nomadic Peniodd race in my novel "Rhaeva";
one of the many strange creatures which populates these pages. From
the Tale Crow was White Raven first created...
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| The Dance |
"She stood alone, she doubted, her feet itched and she longed for the dance. The Caribbean rhythm
was in her blood, now, mingling with the alcohol which still could not make her bold.
Then she caught his eye: the dancer who'd been there from the start, the man with the gleam of
pleasure in his eye, with the subtle and inviting smile."
Boundaries merge: the magic of the dance emerges.
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| The Dreamer's Thunder |
"Hawk waited until the policeman had echoed his way out of the arches and slipped quietly back
through. He resolutely refused to look at the river or listen out for the voices. He didn't know he
wanted them tonight..."
Underneath the railway arches, a tramp's dreams start to make thunder.
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| The Gardener |
"I had a dream about playing a golden harp on a beautiful mountainside, but it was only when I got
up and found the letter informing me that I'd inherited the entire fortune of an unknown relative
that I realised I must be a goddess."
When the world suddenly started doing everything I wanted it to, and the gardener started to glow round the edges, I started to wonder...
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The Market |
"And then suddenly I saw her, and I knew exactly what I needed. I needed sex, pure physical sex
with no strings attached, sex I could pay for, sex that I didn't need to feel guilt about or have to talk
to in the morning. Sex for forgetting... "My name is Eleanor," she whispered, "and I have a flat not far from here. You can see the
market from up there." Her eyes became distant, as if she saw into
another place..."
A ghost story... or maybe not...
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| The Summer Child |
"I still love you," she told him. "I still love you even if we do turn away from each other and know
that we're not going to make a baby without help."
When a couple cannot conceive a child, they look to another world for the answer...
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The Muses are the goddesses of creativity; when the muse takes you, it's as well to
acknowledge it and act immediately, for she might not come back...