Original short stories, novellas, and other snacks.

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'A Crooked Keepsake' an attempt at safekeeping selections from almost a decade of taking writing less than carelessly.


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He wouldn't mind death bringing him some relief. But somehow, his heart wasn't quite convinced that this was the end of the road. He sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the wall. In a dark corner of the room, something moved.
Hirak started towards it on all fours, silent as a cat.