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A collection of short stories submitted to VO over the years.  Note that the ratings for the stories within range from K through MA.

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"Yes," said Walkham, the sculptor, "it's a most curious thing."


"What is?" asked Ernest, who had been dreaming over the Sphinx that was looking at him from its corner with the sarcastic smile of five thousand years.


"How our dreams of yesterday stare at us like strangers to-day."

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I can't open my eyes
To reach out to you
Are you really there


Don't ask why
I don't think I really know
I cannot ever show
What I can't see


I feel myself fading away
I feel my mind going astray
Help me keep the wolves at bay


Damnation is my friend
And I am slain.


Twisted lies
You never told the truth
You took my faith in you
And you killed that too...


Now you wonder why
I want you to die
No one is that blind
You're so unkind

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The music of Reginald Clarke's intonation captivated every ear. Voluptuously, in measured cadence, it rose and fell; now full and strong like the sound of an organ, now soft and clear like the tinkling of bells. His voice detracted by its very tunefulness from what he said. The powerful spell charmed even Ernest's accustomed ear.

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