This is the place where we get where we get to read short stories and snippets of things that I may or may not be working on – heck, you might even get a full story…. in installments.
May 21, 2025 6:00 am:
A strong feminine figure stood atop a mountain ridge overlooking the valley and what seemed like a tiny village below in the early evening sunlight. She listened intently as the wind blew through the trees and familiar smells wafted through her nostrils. She flashed back into her early teenage years….
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May 30, 2025 5:00 pm:
It’d been three days since Kritzia went missing from the village. Early evening came and a youngish figure, a girl, stumbled through the forest edge into the clearing. Marcus was working in the field with his father, when he looked up to see his friend clutch her shoulder and fall over in pain….
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June 6, 2025 6:00 am:
Something had awakened him. Marcus sat up with a start, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. As he looked around, he wasn’t sure where he was at first. His night terrors had overcome him again. Why was he having those dreams again? Why now, after all these years….
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June 13, 2025 6:00 am:
On outskirts of the Village of Krodasch, there lived an old woman, said to be wise beyond years of comprehension. Many claimed she was a witch with the powers to see into the future, and to heal the wounded, and wake the dead. The locals dubbed her, “The Oracle”….
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July 4, 2025 6:00 am:
On outskirts of the Village of Krodasch, there lived an old woman, said to be wise beyond years of comprehension. Many claimed she was a witch with the powers to see into the future, and to heal the wounded, and wake the dead. The locals dubbed her, “The Oracle”….
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July 11, 2025 6:00 am:
Stumbling out of the pub, Marcus had quite the time staying focused on where he was going, and trying so hard to remember Old Man Owens’ directions. He said something about just beyond the woods, and…staying on the path…? ….
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July 25, 2025 6:00 am:
Kritzia awoke in the early evening with more thoughts of the past. One cannot imagine how difficult it was to live one life, knowing that you had another, oh so long ago…
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