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Eons later, Thoth tread the untamed Earth, where towering ferns swayed and saurian roars split the air. Humanity’s ancestors crouched in caves, their eyes wide with fear and wonder. By a river of molten amber, he found Lilith—her hair a torrent of midnight, her skin kissed by the sun’s primal heat. “What’s that glowing thing?” Read more
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The Delta sprawled like a fever dream, a steaming sprawl of muck and cypress draped in Spanish moss that hung like funeral shrouds. The night pulsed alive, thick with the drone of cicadas and the sour reek of stagnant water. At the crossroads—where two dirt veins bled into each other under a sky black as Read more
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The Unseen Luminary I am Elias Ward, born in the year of our Lord 1261, in the shadowed streets of York, a city of stone and secrets in the north of England. My tale is one of brilliance and ruin, of visions that danced beyond the grasp of mortal men, and of a mind that Read more
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Lila met Vince at the worst possible moment. She was behind the counter of her coffee shop at 2 a.m., a barista with a side hustle as a locksmith, when he vaulted over it, leather jacket flapping, and landed in a crouch. Bullets followed, shattering the glass door as three ski-masked goons stormed in, guns Read more
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In Uruk’s mud-brick sprawl, Thoth found Gilgamesh, his frame a mountain of muscle, his eyes weary from endless quests. Enkidu, wild and loyal, sat beside him, their table strewn with clay cups and spilled beer. “What’s that green stone?” Gilgamesh asked, his voice rough with curiosity. “Immortality,” Thoth said, meeting his gaze. “A gift for Read more
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Before the Earth coalesced, in the roiling abyss of pre-creation, Thoth emerged—not from womb or clay, but from the raw intellect of the void. His ibis head gleamed under starless skies, his eyes twin lanterns of thought. Beside him stood Anu, the Babylonian sky god, his presence vast as the unformed heavens, his beard a Read more
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O tranquil mirrors of a crafted dream,Ye lakes of Craigavon, born of mortal hand,In nineteen-seventy’s dawn, a gleamOf vision carved thee from the sodden land.No ancient springs thy waters did beget,But engineers, with steel and sweat, did strive,To tame the floods that fields would oft beset,And grant a flood-born peace where towns might thrive.Thou hold’st Read more
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Up in Donegal’s wild hills near Glenties, 1823 hit hard with a squalling baby named Eamon Doherty, born into a thatched shack where the wind screamed through cracks and the mud floor sucked at bare feet. His mam, Brigid, was a wraith of a woman, her hands raw from scrubbing linens for some fat landlord Read more
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I was a quivering wreck when Fred found me at the rescue center—a scrawny, trembling pup with matted fur and eyes too big for my sunken face, cowering in a cage that reeked of despair. I’d been left behind, forgotten, and I’d given up on hope. Then Fred knelt down, his weathered face softening as Read more
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The wizard tilted his head, the brim of his wide, weathered hat casting a shadow over eyes that glinted like chipped obsidian. “Do you know the tale of Drusia?” His voice rasped, low and deliberate, cutting through the cave’s damp stillness. The girl, crouched by a sputtering fire, snapped her gaze up from the embers. Read more
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In the cosmic expanse where time and space were yet to be bound by rules, there existed only the primal void, a silent dance of the infinite potential. From this void, the universe began to stir, birthed by the cosmic dance of creation, preservation, and destruction. In the heart of this nascent cosmos, a divine Read more
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He stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tousling his hair as he gazed out at the horizon, where the sun dipped into the deep blue sea. The vibrant colors of orange, pink, and gold painted the sky, creating a breathtaking masterpiece that stirred something profound within him. Capturing this moment was like Read more
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O, Lough Neagh, mirror of the faëry land, Thy waters gleam, a silvered dream untold, Where shadows dance and elfin spirits stand, In realms of magic, mystic and old. Thy bosom smooth, a sheet of polished glass, Reflects the heavens, clouds of pearl and gray; Or when the sun, a golden orb, doth pass, Thy Read more
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A seed of thought, a whispered dream, Planted deep within a soul’s unseen. Nurtured by belief, with tender care, A vision grows, beyond compare. A canvas blank, where colors blend, A masterpiece, yet to transcend. With every stroke, a vibrant hue, Reality shifts, a different view. Patience waits, as roots take hold, A steady growth, Read more
Creative Fiction
Dany Slone 