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The Box Of Frogs

“You must know Aubrey Plaza!” he said one night as they sat in front of the TV. “Of course I do,” she replied. “It’s where Kennedy got shot.”

The Cat: A Folk Tale For Winter Solstice

Once upon a time, a man, a woman and a cat were walking through a deep forest. All three had walked for what felt like a thousand miles and all but the smallest member of the party balanced precariously on blistered, swollen feet. Night had fallen only an hour ago

11 Quick Thoughts About Stones And Other Subjects

1. Today brings the excitement that the Everything Will Swallow You audiobook is finally here. I wasn't permitted the privilege of an advance listen so I'm looking forward to checking it out later today and I could not be more intrigued to find out what Justin

Photographs Of Scarecrows I've Met On Walks And Some Important Biographical Information About Them

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A Collection Of Photographs Of Excellent Horses And Ponies I Have Met On Walks And Some Important Biographical Information About Them

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A Collection Of Photographs Of Some Excellent Cattle I Have Met On Walks And Some Important Biographical Information About Them

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The Most Unsettling Walk I Have Ever Been On

December

These are my bad weeks. It’s the same every year. If I seem reluctant to come out and see you on some kind of social occasion, don’t take it personally. I’ve just decided to save you the hassle of bothering with December Me, who bears a moderately

Important Biographical Information About Some Goats I Have Met On My Walks

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Jim: An Insight Into One Of Our Finest Minds

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Important Biographical Information About Some Sheep I Have Met On My Walks

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Things About The Countryside That Make Me Angry, And Some Photographs I Have Taken Of Them

Autumn is possibly the time of year that makes me most furious when I’m in the countryside. It’s here again, worse luck, and as always is disgusting and messy. Look at the state of this path I found a few autumns ago in Gloucestershire, a county I try

The True Stories Behind The Photos In Some Of The Vogue Magazine Adverts Of The Late 1960s And Early 1970s

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Nothing Cold Can Stay: A November Compendium

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What Will Life Really Be Like After The Internet Gets Incinerated?

Once the algorithm had shown the post to enough people, the dissenting voices would begin: it’s not good to steal sheep… I am informing the US authorities about this… what about the sheep’s owner… have I not thought of him/her and his/her feelings?

Some Ghosts I Have Known Who Have Turned Out To Be Massive Dickheads

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Lillian

I didn't realise when I woke up this morning that I was going to write a spooky story in its entirety, nor quite what it was going to be about (apart from an unnerving memory from my childhood about a wrong number and a light in a haunted

Halloween

I liked the music of Belle and Sebastian. Dave preferred the smell of dead crows.

My Dad, And The Toad Who Lived In His Shoe

It was 2011 and I had driven up from Norfolk, where I was living at the time, to Nottinghamshire to see my mum and dad. Not long after I arrived, my dad took me to one side. “TOM, CAN I HAVE A WORD?” he said. When my dad says, “TOM,

Memories Of The Time I Rented Some Leaping Deer For £20,00 Per Calendar Month

A couple of years ago, during one of the many times I was hunting far and wide for a house to rent, the confusing listing pictured above kept coming up in my search. It prompted many questions: How could anyone afford to pay £20,000 PCM to rent ANYTHING to

THE MAGIC ROOM

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A Review Of Some Of The Contents Of My House By A Domesticated Moorland Pixie

“Pixy/Piskie: This is the standard term in Devon, Cornwall and Somerset for a fairy, though many writers from the early 19th Century onwards have insisted that the two races are quite distinct.. (A pixie’s) best-known characteristic is causing people to lose their way, even in a familiar neighbourhood:

Fungal Misadventure (Some New Stories And A Poem)

Division Of Labour I dust my house I have my own style Not quite like anybody else Who ever dusted Honed One might say Over many years Not unsurpassable But unparalleled From across the room My AI Robot Watches I scowl back You should be the one Doing this Not