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Closed Distances
A woman in a red raincoat arrives at a cafe on a humid Spring evening. Wind whips the ends of the red raincoat about her knees and sweeps her hair…
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Not Quite The Same
Gwen stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing the reflection staring back at her. She knew her condition hadn’t been well but was not aware of the extent of…
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Rebirth: Ashes & Dawn
Prologue Tears streamed down her face with every footstep, the heavy rhythmic thuds a stab in her heart. She strained her ears to catch even a whisper of prayer or…
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Yarrow Fields
Ask, and the general consensus would be that no one had time for any nonsense or daydream while the insidious sun still scorched the last frontier of the great west.…
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Three Times I Died A Little and One Time I Didn’t
The Time with My Friends I don’t know about you, but personally, friendship is a sacred thing. It is a promise of good times and silly laughter, of memories that…
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Damn You, Brother! (And Everything Else)
POV: You’re the hotel clerk. “You stole my chips!” “And what will you do about that?” My eyes swiveled to the source of my next migraine– two brothers locked in…
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Diminished Beacons
This story is a work of fiction inspired by the historical mystery of the Flannan Isles Lighthouse keepers’ disappearance in 1900. While certain elements of the narrative draw upon details…
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Bleeding Out
This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The themes and actions portrayed in this story are fictional and should…
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The Blood of Ancestors
It has long been foretold that the blood of the Basque people, which holds a sacred power woven into their veins by the gods themselves, shall guard their land against…
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Snowbound Spirits
As the sun dropped from the semi-permanent wintry sky, shadows dropped over Khaachylaana, cloaking her in darkness. The wind whispered, the cold air biting through her furs with razor-sharp teeth…