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Aisle 3 – a short story

Contains violence A dream I had this evening ----------------- The bunker-style apartment smelled of damp concrete and stagnant iron. It was a suffocating space, accessed only by a…

The Quiet Theft

They came with open hands and voices full of need, each one certain their hunger was the loudest thing in the room. I did what I always do.…

Almost

She had only meant to cross the square. It was late afternoon, that soft deceptive light that makes old buildings glow and convinces you that nothing bad could…

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