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Dream Man
I never understood how dreams worked. I had never dreamt, as dreaming is a neurological process requiring both sleep and a brain, neither of which I possessed. I doubt I…
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Blood Is On Your Hands
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story that consists of a mix of elements based on several real life events, but is not fully faithful to the subject matter(s). “ The…
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To See With Eyes Unclouded
Three days after the fall of the Sovereign Kingdom of Lithia and the murder of its teenaged heir, you arrive at a tavern. It’s not a remarkable place. It’s got…
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Like Father, Like Son
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Blackbird Roost
The tap dripped. The walls shuffled. Thin and reedy, cement and dust flaked like grey snow with every elicited movement. The rats scrabbled and clawed in the distance, a writhing…
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Sweet Child O’ Mine
Ever since I was a little child, all that my eyes took in was my mother. My father was wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but he was working all day,…
Letters To Him
Foreword Greetings, dear reader. I’m sure we’ve all heard of the Titanic before, perhaps even watched the blockbuster or even documentaries, to understand how it sank; why it happened; what…
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Fire With Fire
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Damnatio Memoriae
Here’s the thing: The world isn’t fair. It’s goddamn adversarial, if you stop and think about it. Loud and messy and it rankles like sandpaper sliding across bare skin, grinding…
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Drowning, Until
I The chandeliers flickered above, casting a dim glow over the grand exquisite hall, beams refracted through the chandelier’s crystals, cascading in soft, shimmering waves that gathered at his feet,…