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(This is the first in a series of five stories, all available on Scribbles.) The Three Fellows 1.It was a damp, misty evening in the town of Trelby, and an exceedingly low temperature and lack of light due to the abundance of cloud matter added two more adequate reasons for any right thinking person to…
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The Sinner I. Something warm and kind left my soul And the privilege of life became an empty dream.When I sinned, I was the fools I’d despised-The felons we all cast off from ourselves. My body is the outcast of my own soul-Torn from favour, it resides in the dark.Tomorrow is the outcome…
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The Three Fellows:The Football Match I.It was a very cold, rainy day outside the pub in the town ofMuddlestone, and as a result, this establishment wasunusually full of partakers of the hop and vine, many ofwhom had simply entered in order to escape theunwholesome conditions without… For many of the more sensible variety of these…
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The Nihilist There is a school of thought I have come to know That I have not known before. I see- as seeing is in the mind- A man who is this thing… He lives in the heart of winter And that heart is all he knows. His life is like a winter wind That…
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The Feeling My heart ascends to heaven’s height When the feeling finds my soul! My heart is the perfect picture As this feeling takes control. The world is an image I know Like myself and all I am- The past is here like today And I can think like any man. Secrets unfold with a…
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The Three Fellows Have Love In Their Midst A short, stout character with a certain seedy aspect walked awkwardly up to the bar, and, placing his right hand firmly upon the counter with a sharp bang, which suggested he was, in fact, swatting some irritating insect for which he had borne a long and painful…
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