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‘Mung and the Beast of Mung’, from “The Gods of Pegana” by Lord Dunsany, 1911
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‘Mung and the Beast of Mung’, from “The Gods of Pegana” by Lord Dunsany, 1911
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And my stove is left blinking and screaming, "IT HAPPENED! TIME SHIFTED UNNATURALLY! THEY'RE ALL LYING! ONLY I KNOW! ONLY I REMEMBER!"
And my stove is left blinking and screaming, "IT HAPPENED! TIME SHIFTED UNNATURALLY! THEY'RE ALL LYING! ONLY I KNOW! ONLY I REMEMBER!"
@scyflynn.bsky.social was born in Australia of Irish origin and now lives in Dublin. His collections are “The Colour of Extinction” (Renard Press, 2024) and “An Ocean Called Hope” (Downingfield Press, 2025).
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Sandymount Strand, Dublin All this will be washed away by rising sea and frequent storms. Before retreating to self-reliance, I want to find the words to preserve a shrinking world; language is a slender thread that can briefly connect secret lives before fading into silence. Maybe…
Sandymount Strand, Dublin All this will be washed away by rising sea and frequent storms. Before retreating to self-reliance, I want to find the words to preserve a shrinking world; language is a slender thread that can briefly connect secret lives before fading into silence. Maybe…
Nothing real will ever be enough. The ancient dream of immortality has fluttered against unbreakable glass for a thousand lifetimes without getting in; countless hopes lie buried in separate graves, and yet it still persists. Humanity, always caught in the grip of the present when it…
Nothing real will ever be enough. The ancient dream of immortality has fluttered against unbreakable glass for a thousand lifetimes without getting in; countless hopes lie buried in separate graves, and yet it still persists. Humanity, always caught in the grip of the present when it…
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