Fiction

The Recluse and The Fugitive

He does not know which year it is, so it would be farcical to assume he knows what day of the week it is, but what he do…

The Little Fire Girl

Once upon a time, deep into the woods, nestled in the heart of the land, was a tree. He sat crouching on the grass, mist…

Next Victim – A Short Story

I covered her mouth with my hand, using the other hand to quiet her with a finger to my lips. “You mustn’t make a sound!…

The Market – A Short Story

Dawn was approaching, and the streets thundered with rage now that it awoke. A great serpent of smoke snaked its way int…

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