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by Raiff Taranday I will tell you about the two people who lived in a tree. They lived high in its branches, overlooking the vast expanse of the emerald forest. They loved the tree so much they called it home and it loved them so much that it cultured its limbs into a house, one…
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by Raiff Taranday Mr. and Mrs. Gisei, I am writing to urge you both to maintain composure during this confusing time. My words must seem ridiculous to you. Under these circumstances, I would imagine that even performing a task as mundane as reading a letter—no matter how polite and gently worded it may be—must…
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by Raiff Taranday I’d been living with Lil for half a year when she told me about her twin sister, the one who didn’t have a name because she was never born. I suppose half a year entitled me to certain privileges. I could watch her while she painted, I didn’t have to wear a…
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Second Blast: Two Pronged Revolution * Lee had been a fugitive for seven years. She rather enjoyed most of it. There were a few moments she regretted, like convincing her father to kill himself, but on the whole she’d had a perfectly wild time, just the way she liked it. The party went on, even…
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By Raiff Taranday First Blast: Children * It was in her twenty-fourth year—the year of darkness in the age of dust—that Lee Garnet finally met her match. She had been born in Bastion, just like all the rest, born in the Gehenna slums at the base of the city where the metal walls were most…
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For just a moment she had forgotten her name and in doing so remembered who she truly was. But it was a moment and, as it passed, she came back to find herself kneeling in the mud regarding her own reflection in the water. In it she saw the imperfections which recalled her burdens…
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I’m Raiff Taranday. These are some stories I wrote, mostly during the pandemic while various aspects of my life were falling apart. Read, share, & enjoy!
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By Raiff Taranday The world did not end, even though many of you were so sure it would. You imagined it, again and again, in your fiction and your politics, in idle speculation, in intense speculation, in academic speculation. It became, well, quite tedious really. You spent so much time dreaming of disease-blighted hellscapes, of…
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by Raiff Taranday Things have been tense between the ghost in my house and me since quarantine started. It wasn’t an ideal arrangement even before I was stuck at home, but we had a routine that allowed us to ignore each other pretty effectively. She would usually hide while I was around and emerge…
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Very good stories by raiff 