All posts by Tim Waltho

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Chusovaya

The sun began to set below the white peaks of the Ural Mountains, reflecting mercilessly off of the endless blanket of snow. Dimitri reached up and pulled the goggles down off his head and over his eyes, leaving only one hand gripped onto the reins.

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View From the Window

Out the window I can see fields. And there’s a cow. And a man. And the man is walking towards the cow. But the cow has a knife concealed in the gap of his hoof. And he’s stabbed the man in the legs. Now the

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A Day on the River

“Gerald dear, are you sure this boats safe?” asked Winifred Cottershil, tightly gripping both the port and starboard rail of the tiny rowing boat with her fragile porcelain hands. The short-armed man in the striped boating jacket opposite her plunged the two wooden oars into

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Red Sky at Night

You could see it for miles; a huge metal bonfire spitting sparks at the face of the evening sky, its great smoke mushroom billowing high into the wind. The kids stood transfixed around it as the flames danced across the old fairground ride, licked the

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Let Sleeping Dragons Lie

“There’s no dragon in there,” said Halfdan Sigurdsson, folding his arms and directing his steeliest glare towards the already rugged face of Tor Svensson. “There is so – why do you think they call it ‘Drage Hule?’ the chief’s son replied. “I dunno; superstition maybe,