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Short Stories | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Vote for your favourite story. The night has passed and the edge of the dawn creeps into sight. There are many short stories here. More appear every time I dream and wake to find the jumbled mess my mind makes of everything. In order to find them easily you can choose one here. I hope you enjoy them. Let One Hundred Thousand flowers bloom. Let the stars fall upon the beaches. Soft is the whisper of the cooling universe. Soft are the words…. Can change the world.
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June | 2013 | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Archive for June, 2013. The poems buzz and rattle in the wires, so much I’ve had to encase them in images to quiet them and hold them still. Now they stand in jars stacked neatly in the gallery. Open them and take a sniff, dip your finger and taste them if you dare. But when you are done, make sure you have replaced the lid. They will spill and stain if you leave them open. 15 new illustrations for stories. A Picnic with Darwin. We have a task for you. Hold boy!
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April | 2013 | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Archive for April, 2013. The poems buzz and rattle in the wires, so much I’ve had to encase them in images to quiet them and hold them still. Now they stand in jars stacked neatly in the gallery. Open them and take a sniff, dip your finger and taste them if you dare. But when you are done, make sure you have replaced the lid. They will spill and stain if you leave them open. You can read the full story HERE. Or click on the images to view them all. Come wallow thee i...
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Longer Projects | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. There are dreams and there are visions and there are poems and stories based upon experiences. This section is devoted to much longer projects that will someday constitute something of much more value. All rights are reserved. I Watched Bats at Twilight. Under a Magellanic Cloud. The Curious Child and the Long Walk. The One Hundred and Twenty Six Matadors. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Vote for your favourite stories | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Vote for your favourite stories. Please leave a vote for your favourite stories. Your feedback is valuable and helps me to decide what I need to improve and what I need to add more of. Feel free to leave comments on my work anywhere you wish. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Death brings new life.
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January | 2014 | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Archive for January, 2014. Excerpt from Freedom in Carpathia. The poems buzz and rattle in the wires, so much I’ve had to encase them in images to quiet them and hold them still. Now they stand in jars stacked neatly in the gallery. Open them and take a sniff, dip your finger and taste them if you dare. But when you are done, make sure you have replaced the lid. They will spill and stain if you leave them open. Excerpt from Haversham Falls. Peace in the Storm. Yellow...
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March | 2011 | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Archive for March, 2011. 8230;loses his notes…. 8230;due to the angle…. 8230;and velocity…. 8230;of the wind. The wind is caused by a high speed train,. Going too fast because it was late,. Late because of a fault on the line,. Faulty because of a rushed repair,. Rushed because of the need for time,. Taken away by an accident,. Caused by a woman who fell on the tracks,. Whose reason is lost as he loses his notes,. Whose reason is lost as he loses his notes.). New Ent...
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Poetry Jars | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. The poems buzz and rattle in the wires, so much I’ve had to encase them in images to quiet them and hold them still. Now they stand in jars stacked neatly in the gallery. Open them and take a sniff, dip your finger and taste them if you dare. But when you are done, make sure you have replaced the lid. They will spill and stain if you leave them open. The following Images were produced to accompany a short story called The Signal of the Second Spring. Join 366 other f...
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May | 2011 | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Archive for May, 2011. I was slick and with a click. Of fingers I would pick. A path to take a tree to shake I had my cake. And ate it all but wait. Signposts changed words rearranged roads strange. My limbs feel drained. The air is full of doubt kids pull my clothes senses dulled. I must be careful. Now faces do not show yes or no or maybe God! Down inside I build barriers guild memories filled. I was quick but it was years ago. And now I’m slow. Do we really care?
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May | 2013 | Supernova1987
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Stories that fly under a dark banner. Archive for May, 2013. Bubbling Jars of Poetry. Find more Poetry Jars at Supernova1987. Soft is the Whisper of the Cooling Universe. Read short stories at Supernova1987. I could feel the walls vibrating as the crews drilled down to us. There was no need to panic. See other images stacked in the cupboard in. A man is his own easiest dupe, for what he wishes to be true he generally believes to be true. Why was it not working? People were dying in Hyde Park! Enter your ...