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108d

This story was originally on Evil Corps blogging platform - but seeing as I no longer have blogs there, and this story has been edited recently, I thought it might be nice to see how it looks on Lykhari's clean minimal interface

So here is the edited version of my flash fiction sci-fi story 'Iceland'

https://barefootalien.lykhari.com/iceland

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355d

“If there is sich a thing as a Author, I’m his favourite chara’ter. He does me fathoms better’n he does you—fathoms, he does. And he likes doing me. He keeps me on deck mostly all the time, crutch and all”

—Long John Silver & Captain Smollett argue fiction & morality between chapters, in Robert Louis Stevenson’s “The Persons of the Tale” – download a free ebook here:

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https://asls.org.uk/publications/books/free-publications/fables/

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Book cover

Robert Louis Stevenson
FABLES

Against a background of handwritten text, sloping away into the distance, two ink-black silhouettes of eighteenth-century seamen – one with a crutch and only one leg – address each other. A few blobs of ink surround them. The one-legged man gesticulates towards the other, holding a smoking pipe in his hand.

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334d

A man walked out of the sea one February morning dressed in a boilersuit & bunnet, and wearing a tartan scarf which had been tucked crosswise under each oxter to be fastened by a safety-pin at a point roughly centre of his shoulder blades…

—James Kelman, “Incident on a Windswept Beach”

Published in THE STORY OF THE STONE: Tales, Entreaties, and Incantations (PM Press, 2025)

https://pmpress.org/index.php?l=product_detail&p=1769

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James Kelman
Incident on a Windswept Beach

A man walked out of the sea one February morning dressed in a boilersuit & bunnet, and wearing a tartan scarf which had been tucked crosswise under each oxter to be fastened by a safety-pin at a point roughly centre of his shoulder blades; from his neck swung a pair of heavy boots whose laces were knotted together. He brought what must have been a waterproof tobacco-pouch out from a pocket, because when he had rolled a smoke he lighted the thing using a kind of Zippo (also from the pouch) and puffed upon it with an obvious relish. It was an astonishing spectacle.
Hastening over to him I exclaimed: Christ Almighty jimmy, where've you come from?
Back there, he muttered oddly and made to proceed on his path.
At least let me give you a pair of socks! I said.
But he shook his head. No ... I'm not supposed to.

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We were oot for oor usual dauner roond the toun, Tam and me, and had stopped for a pech at the tap o the hill, whaur they’re plannin tae build eichty new hooses if naebody objects, and probably even if they dae …

—James Robertson, “Bible Talk”
published in THE BOTTLE IMP 3, 2008

https://www.thebottleimp.org.uk/2008/05/bible-talk-by-james-robertson/

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Too long for ALT-text, but the whole story is available via the link.

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188d

“I never read such an impious book,” said the reader, throwing it on the floor.
“You need not hurt me,” said the book; “you will only get less for me second hand, and I did not write myself.”

For World Book Day (UK & Ireland), a fable about a book: Robert Louis Stevenson’s “The Reader”

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