Behind Closed Doors

**Behind closed doors** Behind closed doors you will see the woollen scarf unravelling, at both ends, the spider re-spinning his defeated home and, above all, the sideways chair, stood prone. The ballpoint leaks ink, sullying the blank...

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Dancing

**Dancing** _Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)_ I had not had the pocket money to afford a new pair of stockings for the dance on Thursday night. Soldiers were home on leave from war - a terrible affair - and all were out for a good time....

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Power

**Power** _Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)_ I don't care that tears are dripping down my muzzle. I tip forward, forelock hanging over my eyes, and watch them stream over chestnut. They tickle my nostrils in that split second before gravity...

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Loot

**Loot** _Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)_ _Commissioned by Seraphon_ "Come now, Jaya," the old brown fox said, peering around the wall. "We must hurry." The decrepit jail had fallen into disuse, deemed dangerous as the years crept upon it,...

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The Dying Game

**The Dying Game** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _@arianmabe_ _Cover art by Orobas_ Autumn lingered. Great Britain crawled into December like a raindrop trickling down glass. The river was as cold as such unmoving glass, toying with...

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Waking Nightmare

**Waking Nightmare** _Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe)_ _ _ Did you miss me, dearest? I have lived with you for a time now, a voice in your ear, a thorn in your paw. You have been quiet. Do you not have anything left to say? Come now, my...

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Black Ice

**Black Ice** ** ** _By Arian Mabe_ _ _ _ _ @arianmabe [[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection#90f1e2f9f1fefdf1f2f5d0f8ffe4fdf1f9fcbef3fffd) Cover artwork by...

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Revenge

**Revenge** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ _A monologue._ _ _ The cogs started turning with the bloody apple. No, no - the apple wasn't bloody, but the blinds, the blue blinds, were splattered with the stuff. Those painted bricks, the...

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Encounter

**Encounter** _Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)_ Fog writhed in a great sweeping mass across the beach, twisting and coiling with the wind as if it were alive, sentient. The sea could not be seen by everyday eyes, but the feel of it was...

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The Dying Game

**The Dying Game** **SAMPLE** ** ** **_Written by Arian Mabe_** ** ** **[[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)** [**[email protected]**](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection#f697849f97989b979493b69e99829b979f9ad895999b) **...

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Mirrors

**Mirrors** _Written by Arian Mabe / Amethyst Mare_ ** ** Some would call me crazy, to turn a mirror to face the wall. Ears back, mane messy - a mare must look a right sight without a mirror, but there is no one here to bear judgement, so what do I...

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Hemingway's War

**Hemingway's War** _Written by Amethyst Mare / Arian Mabe_ _A diary entry by Mary Welsh Hemingway written after Ernest Hemingway's untimely death._ _ _ \* _ _ _July 20th, 1961_ _ _ I have neglected my penmanship in the days after my late...

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