UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: short-story

  • đŸŸMegĂ­n…

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    Mae Faurel
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    This week, a fresh paw-print appeared on the Spirit Sofa. Everyone, please welcome MegĂ­n, chocolate Labrador, loyal companion, beer thief, and lifelong lover of boat rides. She’s reporting in from the other side, tail thumping and nose twitching, with a message (and possibly a half-drunk bottle of beer) for those of us still paddling through…

  • Oi – It’s Huff. Yeah, from the other side…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Oi – It’s Huff. Yeah, from the other side. And no, it’s not awkward at all. Well, would you look at that – the old boy’s gone and figured out how to send a message from beyond. Not bad for a scruffy mutt who spent most of his days pretending not to hear you when…

  • Mam’s Posthumous Slipper Advisory…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Mam’s Posthumous Slipper Advisory(as transcribed by the resident turf medium of Faurel Hill)…. Well now, isn’t this gas altogether? You’re thinking about new slippers, and you’ve stirred up the whole sorry tale of those slippers. Good. Let’s air it out. Picture it: Christmas, not long before I packed me bags for the Pearly Gates. Up…

  • Aunty Fan Speaks
 And She’s Not Impressed…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now
 it’s me, Aunty Fan. I was minding my own eternal business here in the Great Beyond – having a nice chat with Granny Frass about the state of the afterlife’s tea supply – when word reached me about Fanny’s latest carry-on. And let me tell you, I had to sit down. Which is…

  • A Message from Darcifer: Of Stones, Spirits, and Kindred Souls from Afar…

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    Mae Faurel
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    So
 you brought the Americans to Newgrange, did you? I must confess, I had my doubts. Thought it would be the usual – a gaggle of jet-lagged Yanks snapping selfies, mispronouncing BrĂș na BĂłinne, and asking where they could get a decent cup of coffee. But I’ll hand it to you, lass – you travel…

  • Whispers Through the Stone…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Whispers Through the Stone: Remembering What Was Never Forgotten… There are places in this world that feel older than time. You can sense it the moment you arrive – the air thick with stories, the earth humming a steady, ancient note beneath your feet. Newgrange is one of those places. A mound of stone and…

  • A Message From Mam…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, isn’t this a fine kettle of fish? I’ve been a bit tied up, you see. There’s a lovely bridge club up here – Ethel from down the way, Mrs. Donnelly from over the way, and your Auntie Petronella (who still cheats, by the way). We’ve been having ourselves a grand old time, and…

  • Episode 45 – Granny Frass’s Golden Rule…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Granny Frass’s Golden Rule: Blood is Thicker Than Bank Accounts. You know, back in Granny Frass’s day, family wasn’t something you negotiated with. It wasn’t a transaction or a competition. It was a given. You were born into the tribe and that meant you belonged. For better or worse. Granny Frass didn’t just raise her…

  • Episode 37 – Messages from Beyond the Will.

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    Mae Faurel
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    Messages from Beyond the Will – Live from Cloud 5.55. Where the weather is calm but the family drama below is anything but! It’s 5.55 a.m. celestial time and our dearly departed patriarch is settled into his cloud-lounger, robe tied, slippers fluffed and the kettle just off the boil. He peers down at Faurel Hill,…

  • The Eternal Lost and Found…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Dear Earthlings, It’s me again. Yes, I’m still dead. Yes, the tae is still terrible. And no, Cher has not made an appearance yet, despite what the rumors say. Today, I stumbled into one of the lesser-known corners of the afterlife: The Eternal Lost and Found. It’s basically a giant celestial warehouse where every sock,…