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Esme Bonner

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Did you hear?

Esme Bonner

Submitted to Contest #280

`"Did you hear?”“Of course I heard, who told you?”“Janice, in accounts.”“Big mouth on Janice.”“Huge mouth on Janice.”“Who told her?”“Apparently she was there.”“What?! When he-”“Yup.”“But why on Earth would she be there?”“No idea.”“Gosh.”“I know.”“Shocking, but sort of…”“Not?”“Well you don’t like to imply things.”“No, of course not.”“I mean, I wouldn’t want anyone to think that I thought that he, well… you know?”“Perish the thought.”“But he was, I mean as much as anyone can be-”“The sort?”“Don’t you think?”“People like that always are. Sensit...

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A Town Better Forgotten

Esme Bonner

Submitted to Contest #259

In 1847 a man named Peter Malone left Ireland for America. He was a hard worker, a good man by all counts. Like many in Ireland, his family had once been part of a healthy, functioning community. Then the English came. When he left, his town was on the brink of decimation, and his family was reduced to just three members. Him, a man fleeing; his sister, a woman planted like an oak; and his nephew, a child half-orphaned by the greedy fists of English soldiers. Peter’s family had magic in their blood. His great-great-great-something grandmothe...

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Much Ado About Nothing

Esme Bonner

Submitted to Contest #257

“Please Trix, all the bridesmaids are going with the groomsmen, you’re Maid of Honour and Best Man, you have to ride together.” Hero begged over the phone. Trixie pinned it between her shoulder and cheek, reaching across her desk to pull over the script she was working on. “Hero, he hates me. I hate him. We hate each other. You do not want us riding together, we’ll turn up at the venue covered in each other’s blood.” Trixie could picture it now, Ben Moun...

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Love, Hart

Esme Bonner

Submitted to Contest #237

The thing Hart hated most about being a twin was his brother. That’s not true. For the most part Hart loved Nate, really, he did. It’s just that two weeks ago, after being gushingly informed by a woman at work that she had a gay nephew who had just moved to Manchester, Nate had done as Nate was wont to do. He’d dropped Hart in it. Because what was the point of having a gay brother if you couldn’t strong-arm him into a blind date with a random 27-year-old from London to curry favour with a 68-year-old woman in the finance departme...

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Bureaucracy, a horror story

Esme Bonner

Submitted to Contest #221

In the six and half weeks immediately following The Rising the government had to prioritise. Priority number one, obviously, was taxes. Say what you want about the religious and social implications of ghosts, everyone knows what really matters is how we charge people for them. After that it was crime and justice. Is a ghost culpable? Can you arrest one? Is the hauntee or the haunter financially responsible for property damage? What I’m getting at here, is that there were a lot of questions, and I spent a lot of time trying to answer them. I ...

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