UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: short-story

  • Mae by Name, Frass by Spirit…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well, that’s a question with more layers than a trifle! I was named after my Granny Frass, go figure! For those who don’t read my blog, she was my maternal grandmother, a pure salt-of-the-earth legend who now resides beyond the veil. And let me tell you, “beyond the veil” doesn’t mean she’s quiet. Not for…

  • Where the Sky Remembers Me..

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    Mae Faurel
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    It’s a life far from the noise and nonsense of this one. Here, creativity isn’t just something you do; it’s the heartbeat of everything. Stories aren’t just told; they glow, shimmer, and come alive in colors and light. Every sunrise? A fresh story waiting to be lived, a new adventure knocking at the door, a…

  • Aunty Fan – The Living Tell on Themselves…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Clothes Off His Back: A Message from Aunty Fan… Well, now isn’t this a fine thing to be sitting with on a Sunday? There you are, up to your elbows in your father’s old clothes, shirts still smelling faintly of pipe smoke and aftershave, pockets with old screws and half a Woodbine in then,…

  • A Message from Beyond – From Huff…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well, well, well.Would you look at the state of ye. It’s me, Huff.Alive, well, and slightly see-through up here in the Big Field Beyond. Did you honestly think a scrappy little legend like me would just disappear quietly? Not a chance, pet. I’ve been watching. Oh, I’ve seen the carry-on down there. And before we…

  • Episode 92 – If Heff Could Talk…

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    Mae Faurel
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    If Heff Could Talk… Heff is fifteen now. Blind for just eight months, but wise beyond all his years.He was Mam’s dog first. Then he became Dad’s shadow. But truth be told, he’s always been mine. Even Dad used to say it: “Heff only has eyes for you, not that he needs them.” Now, those…

  • Episode 88 – Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Scrap Heaps and Swinging D*ks: A Bully Tale… Did you ever notice how some people can’t leave well enough alone? Like, the world could be spinning happily on its axis, the birds chirping, the dogs wagging, and here comes Bully, striding in like a constipated sheriff in a one-horse town, ready to declare war on…

  • 🐾A Message from Sir Percival…🐾

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    Mae Faurel
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    A Turf Shed, a Tyrant, and a Tomcat’s Truth… Message from Sir Percival: Ah, my dear human. I see you’ve returned to the farm, tender, mended, and half-glued together with stitches and stubbornness. A lesser creature would’ve fled. But you? You came home to heal. And what greets you? The unmistakable stench of testosterone and…

  • Episode 84 -The Boss Man Cometh…

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    Mae Faurel
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    The Boss Man Cometh: Bully’s Greatest Role Yet… So after I wrote that last post about how people in families use titles to dodge feelings, something else popped into my head. Because if anyone could take a situation as heartbreaking as watching our dad disappear into dementia and turn it into a personal promotion opportunity,…

  • Message from Granny Frass: The Back Yard Drive-Through…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, pull up a cloud and pour yourself a drop of something, because your Granny Frass has her apron in a knot tonight. Word reached the spirit side that Bully did one of his famous little drive-ins again. Rolled right through the yard like some lord of the manor, did a turn, and off…

  • Episode 82 – Same House, Different Exits..

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    Funny how you can grow up under the same roof, eat the same food, breathe the same air, and still end up on entirely different planets. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. How the two oldest in our family turned out so different to the two younger ones. Not that any of us…