short-story
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We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘N Roll – And It Wasn’t That Bad, To Be Honest
“Dude,” said Axel, lead singer of SludgeForge, as he waved the freshly signed contract in the air. “We did it. We’ve actually done it.” Jax, their bassist, leaned in, eyeing the contract suspiciously. “What … did we do exactly?” Axel… Continue reading
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The Last Drop
The sky was a hazy shade of red, dust hanging in the air like a fog that never lifted. Miles stretched ahead, and the land was dead and empty, save for the crumbled skeletons of what used to be civilization.… Continue reading
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Neon Mirage: A Drake Cipher Story
The rain hammered the windows of Drake Cipher’s office, drumming a steady beat against the glass. Neon lights from the city below bled through the darkened room, casting long shadows over his cluttered desk. Drake stared at the glass of… Continue reading
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The Family In The Attic
The house on Redfern Lane had always felt too big for Michael Howard. After his wife passed, the creaking halls and wide, empty rooms seemed to stretch on forever, each corner steeped in shadows. He had thought about selling the… Continue reading
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The People Watchers
Every Saturday at precisely 9:00 a.m., a peculiar group of individuals would gather at Maplewood Park. They called themselves “The People Watchers.” Led by a bespectacled man named Harold, the group was as committed to their craft as any avid… Continue reading
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Carl’s Late-Night Fright
It was one of those crisp October nights when the world feels a little off-kilter, like a scene from a dream you can’t shake. Carl didn’t usually go for late-night walks—especially not when the wind had a bite like this—but… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part X
The winter had finally given way to spring. The cold, oppressive weight of ice and snow had melted into warmth and light. Streets that had once been slick with frost were now alive with the colors of blossoming flowers, and… Continue reading
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The Enlightenment Of Olivia
In the Pipitone household, chaos was a way of life. On this particular Thursday morning, however, the energy had reached a new high—a frantic, disorganized whirlwind that even the most seasoned tornadoes would envy. Nick was frantically searching for his… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VIII
The Void felt heavier tonight as if the weight of all the lost souls pressed down on Eliot’s chest. The sanctuary, once a place of fragile safety, now seemed more like a prison, its walls too close, its shadows too… Continue reading
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I Won’t Forget About Ida – Part VI
As Eliot walked deeper into this twisted version of his world, faint traces of Ida emerged from the darkness. At first, it was a barely noticeable detail—a piece of blue fabric fluttering on the sidewalk ahead. His heart skipped a… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 