Madoka Mori
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Stories (20/0)
- Top Story - August 2022
EngineTop Story - August 2022
It took the porter forty-two minutes and seventeen seconds to carry the screaming woman from carriage 194 all the way forward to the Conductor’s car, which was immediately behind the engine itself. This was almost half the length of the entire train, a distance of 3.22 kilometres.
By Madoka Mori2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - August 2022
LógosTop Story - August 2022
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. You lit two more and placed them around the front room of the cabin; on the mantle, on a musty dresser. Leah panicked if it got too dark. The candles would allay any night-terrors while conserving your batteries.
By Madoka Mori2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
The Third IngredientTop Story - June 2022
I am seven years old. We live in England, near Norwich. My dad’s business has exploded, and we are suddenly wealthy. He buys a proper English country house, something of a dream of his. It has a big garden, and my dad - rather optimistically, considering English weather - buys a barbeque.
By Madoka Mori2 years ago in Feast
- Top Story - May 2022
- V+ Fiction Award Winner