Hannah Moore
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- Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge
Why, Why, WhyRunner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge
It rained all day today, and I with it. Silently misting, pooling in my eyes, battering the earth, streaming down my cheeks, dripping from the gutters, rain fell all day, as if we would fall for evermore. What can I make from rain though? Only rivers and seas too strong for me to stand against. Now evening comes, let me close my swollen eyes and breathe frost across the sodden tableau. Let me dress this rain as snow.
By Hannah Moore3 months ago in Fiction
The Paradox of the Unicorn and the Rainbow
It is a truth universally acknowledged that unicorns are the best thing in the world. Not only do they sparkle like jism in the rays of a rising sun, but they do magic from their horns too, as well as being dainty and pretty and alive with raw muscular power, somehow unifying the confusingly contradictory fantasies of girls in early pubescence the world over.
By Hannah Moore3 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2024
Synergy Top Story - February 2024
It’s a high stakes gamble for me, this strategy. Part one has gone well, but the odds were more in my favour then. Part two is anyone’s game, and I’m playing to a crowd who does not favour me, mostly. They might, if they looked at the long game, but people don’t. They say it’s a team sport, which is easy to say when you’ve got your roots so deep in that it would take quite the storm to knock you out. I do understand that. The captain is playing for glory, and we don’t all need to shine for a win to be declared. But we all want to, that is built in. Everyone wants to flourish, don’t they? So here I am, laying low, hoping it might be me. If it’s not, it will all be over for me.
By Hannah Moore3 months ago in Fiction
Mirena
He he he. You see me now, don’t you! Or, well, you don’t, that being the whole point. I hid for ages. I mean, seriously, months. Honestly, I thought you were never going to not find me! Which proves my point, really, doesn’t it. Oh, you loved me well, no doubt, as long as I behaved. I’ve heard you singing my praises. Though that’s all stopped now you can’t find me, hasn’t it. No praises for me now. Well, you take a thing for granted, never check how I’m doing, and there’s going to be trouble, isn’t there. And here it is. Trouble. How’d you like them apples then?
By Hannah Moore3 months ago in Fiction