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I walk down the stairs. The house is old, well over fifty, and continues to settle as it creaks and groans every so often. The room below is dark, and the smell of dankness rises towards the open door. Another smell, slightly more pungent, fills the air as well. It hits me hard as my nostrils tense up at the scent.
A long and empowering horizon of blue separated the Earth from the sky. It reached far and wide in its splendour and glory, but for all who beheld it knew to offer respect. Its tendrils licked the edges of the world back and forth in a rhythmic motion. Continue reading “Sunset [Short Story]”
As he stepped out into the sunlight he knew what he needed to do. It had been coming for a long time now and had taken him a long time to get here.
They say that a bullet to the brain will kill any man. By God, he hoped this was true. Continue reading “The Inn and the Boy [Short Story]”
The grocery store bustled with all manner of activity: a small boy begged his mother for a new action figure, a man groaned as his girlfriend tried on another pair of shoes, and a small, elderly woman approached the meat counter. Continue reading “Deliciousness [Short Story]”
‘Why the fuck are we doing this?’ The cool air night chocked his throat as he shouted; it was hardly above zero. Continue reading “Two Men and a Corpse [Short Story]”