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by Neil Gaiman
A good short story is like a mouthful of your favorite treat. It's a dark chocolate truffle, not a knock-off candy bar. You eat one and the flavour is so good you almost don't need any more than the piece you just had. Given the chance though, you'll eat the whole box.
Making a Chair: A poem about how writing is like making a chair. Follow the rules, and don't fall off.
A Lunar Labyrinth: You like collecting old stories. Ones about the moon aren't new. Myths about completing a challenge, winning a prize. You know the old myths - there's always a monster in the labryinth. It's a full moon; better start running.
The Thing About Cassandra: "The thing about Cassandra is this: I'd made her up."
Down to a Sunless Sea: The sea can be cruel, but people can be crueler. A sad story.
The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains... Neil Gaiman wrote that this one was inspired by the Island of Skye: "And still I wonder how much of the story I wrote, and how much was simply waiting there for me, like the gray rocks that sit like bones on the low hills of the Skye." Two men are travelling together; one of them knows the way, but the other knows the true reason they are going there.
My Last Landlady: Because every short story collection should have one ghost story.
Adventure Story: The difference between adventures and Adventures.
Orange: This one was possibly my favourite. The answers, without the questions, gives you just enough room to fill in the blanks youself.
A Calendar of Tales: It's 12 short stories in one, and May was my favourite.
The Case of Death and Honey: A lovely little short story about Sherlock Holmes, as told by a beekeeper who is paying more attention than Holmes was maybe aware of.
The Man who Forgot Ray Bradbury: Who keeps a story alive? What are we, when memory of us fades?
Jerusalem: Jerusalem syndrome is a real thing, and in this story it's the start of something new. "He would follow her. And he thought, almost joyfully, he would find her. And this time he would listen."
Click-Clack the Rattlebag: Genuinely creepy and unnerving. What do click-clacks looks like? "They look like what you aren't expecting. What you aren't paying attention to."
An Invocation of Incuriosity: A dying world, a portal that takes you through time, and a desire to right wrongs. Sort of.
And Weep, Like Alexander: Obediah Polkinghorn is the reason there are no flying cars, jetpacks, or space travel. He is an univentor and he has his eyes on undoing the abomination that is cell phones.
Nothing O'Clock: I've never watched Doctor Who before, but this is one of several stories about a Time Lord and timey-wimey stuff.
Diamonds and Pearls: A Fairy Tale: A fairy tale. Like most, it doesn't end well. There's a talking dog though, so it's not all bad news.
The Return of the Thin White Duke: What do you do when there are no more worlds to conquer? You set forth, and create them.
Feminie Endings: This was another one that creeped me out. "Then I will move. Move, just a fraction. And, finally, you will see me."
Observing the Formalities: Somewhat about the witch in sleeping beauty, but mostly about how the truly terrible believe they are in the right.
The Sleeper and the Spindle: SNOW WHITE SAVING SLEEPING BEAUTY. I didn't know I needed this until I read it. And I loved the twist. My favourite in this collection, I think.
Witch Work and In Relig Odhrain: Both were poems, I don't have much of an opinion on either.
Black Dog: It seems fitting to end with Shadow. A reluctantly mythical figure in his own right, if only by blood, he stumbles into situations no matter where he goes. Like calls to like, and Shadow's peculiar brand of power draws in the strangest of moths.
Making a Chair: A poem about how writing is like making a chair. Follow the rules, and don't fall off.
A Lunar Labyrinth: You like collecting old stories. Ones about the moon aren't new. Myths about completing a challenge, winning a prize. You know the old myths - there's always a monster in the labryinth. It's a full moon; better start running.
The Thing About Cassandra: "The thing about Cassandra is this: I'd made her up."
Down to a Sunless Sea: The sea can be cruel, but people can be crueler. A sad story.
The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains... Neil Gaiman wrote that this one was inspired by the Island of Skye: "And still I wonder how much of the story I wrote, and how much was simply waiting there for me, like the gray rocks that sit like bones on the low hills of the Skye." Two men are travelling together; one of them knows the way, but the other knows the true reason they are going there.
My Last Landlady: Because every short story collection should have one ghost story.
Adventure Story: The difference between adventures and Adventures.
Orange: This one was possibly my favourite. The answers, without the questions, gives you just enough room to fill in the blanks youself.
A Calendar of Tales: It's 12 short stories in one, and May was my favourite.
The Case of Death and Honey: A lovely little short story about Sherlock Holmes, as told by a beekeeper who is paying more attention than Holmes was maybe aware of.
The Man who Forgot Ray Bradbury: Who keeps a story alive? What are we, when memory of us fades?
Jerusalem: Jerusalem syndrome is a real thing, and in this story it's the start of something new. "He would follow her. And he thought, almost joyfully, he would find her. And this time he would listen."
Click-Clack the Rattlebag: Genuinely creepy and unnerving. What do click-clacks looks like? "They look like what you aren't expecting. What you aren't paying attention to."
An Invocation of Incuriosity: A dying world, a portal that takes you through time, and a desire to right wrongs. Sort of.
And Weep, Like Alexander: Obediah Polkinghorn is the reason there are no flying cars, jetpacks, or space travel. He is an univentor and he has his eyes on undoing the abomination that is cell phones.
Nothing O'Clock: I've never watched Doctor Who before, but this is one of several stories about a Time Lord and timey-wimey stuff.
Diamonds and Pearls: A Fairy Tale: A fairy tale. Like most, it doesn't end well. There's a talking dog though, so it's not all bad news.
The Return of the Thin White Duke: What do you do when there are no more worlds to conquer? You set forth, and create them.
Feminie Endings: This was another one that creeped me out. "Then I will move. Move, just a fraction. And, finally, you will see me."
Observing the Formalities: Somewhat about the witch in sleeping beauty, but mostly about how the truly terrible believe they are in the right.
The Sleeper and the Spindle: SNOW WHITE SAVING SLEEPING BEAUTY. I didn't know I needed this until I read it. And I loved the twist. My favourite in this collection, I think.
Witch Work and In Relig Odhrain: Both were poems, I don't have much of an opinion on either.
Black Dog: It seems fitting to end with Shadow. A reluctantly mythical figure in his own right, if only by blood, he stumbles into situations no matter where he goes. Like calls to like, and Shadow's peculiar brand of power draws in the strangest of moths.