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The World At Our Feet
If we’re running out of time, if we are that’s fine, Just don’t make me ride by myself. So 'till it all slows down, Ride with me round and round…
Posted inCreative Hall Short Stories
Paper Dolls
Trigger Warning: Gore, Animal Death, Implied / Referenced Cannibalism Outside, thunder rapped against the steel frame of the windows. Emmanuel sat, and watched the rain streak tears against the flat…
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Three Silver Coins
Gabriel June 20th, XX21 - 10:15 AM “Come one, come all! For we’re selling all your deepest desires at the cheapest of prices!” Beneath the radiant summer sky, Herobine’s marketplace…
Posted inCreative Hall Self-help Short Stories
THE RIPTIDE.
Red liquid spilt onto the wooden floor, caressing the cracking splinters as sloshes of red seeped into his worn-out socks.Pathetic. Useless. That was all he could see himself as.Donovan Choo……
Stall-ed: Unrequited Love and Unexpected Encounters
Some journeys take us far from home. Some adventures lead us to our destiny. ~ C. S. Lewis If life is a book that’s made of a series of choices,…
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Lost and Found
“Why are you here again?” Sitting at the edge of the bed, the young woman merely looked back at him from over her shoulder - a small, timid smile playing…
Posted inAstrology Creative Hall Short Stories
Doorway to Delirium
Hold the door, the man that is not a man says. His smile is charming. It slips from memory as easily as skin from bone. You match his politeness. Your…
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Dreambound
Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only have nightmares about. Literally. Almost…
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You, Recurrence
Between the hours of two and four, there is a soft spot in time where everything pauses, and I’m finally able to live in the present. I feel the stillness…
Grandfather Paradox
The room crackles with electricity that seems to hum in tune with the great machine strapped around her wrist. The air shimmers; sparkles and waves, as if reality was bending.…