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Clara stared darkly at the pier before her, bathing in warm sunlight and the smell of the ocean before her.
I will post one short story a day. Most likely will just be a chapter from a book I'd like to write, or just some quick fiction from thought I've had during the day. These are rough edits, so please be kind.
Clara stared darkly at the pier before her, bathing in warm sunlight and the smell of the ocean before her.
Emily stood on the edge of the pavement, pretending it was a rooftop she was perched precariously over, and dangled one mud cover shoe over the edge, where she could see its reflection in the grimy...
Joan picked up the silver orb, the source of the eery light that had emanated from the chest she now knelt before, in the lawyer's office.
Dean was a man of many stories. You could never be certain of the role he played until the very end, constantly surrounding himself with pretty lies and prettier women.
Cherry was a short, blonde, excitable chick who would frequently get into trouble with the law, though not in any serious way.
I am a stranger in a familiar land. I smile at friends, wave to my neighbours, greet my family with love and wonder why I am alone..
I find myself awakened by the cawing of a crow. I lie on concrete fields surrounded by plumes of fog and wisps of mystery.
If anyone was to inquire about the blue house with the abandoned garden and dilapidated structure, most of its neighbours would turn their heads and claim ignorance about any deeds that went on in...
Elliot had been waiting patiently, leaning against some old brickwork, leg propped up against the wall, minding his own business, when the most peculiar thing happened.
Rebecca was a firm believer in all things mystical and enchanting, which could involve any creatures ranging from mermaids and imps, to Golems and Demons.