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Mina’s Angel (Revised)
[I was never happy with the original confrontation I wrote between Natalie and the Sorcerer, but I was reluctant to go back and change it. It was done, right? You can’t just go back and change it if it’s done. … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla and the Bull of Narine
“That one there,” the grenz points over the thatch roofs of the houses, towards the western sky, just above the setting sun, “Do you see it?” The rain has finally stopped, for a few hours at least, and the sky … Continue reading
Holding Hands
I don’t really remember how I found it, or why I felt the need to stick my hand inside. Curiosity eclipsing good sense I guess. I may have been high. I still go back sometimes if I’m high or really drunk, … Continue reading
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Mina’s Angel
Natalie sat at the side of the bed, in the creaky old chair Mina had picked out at a second hand store, watching Mina as she slept. She could see the pain on Mina’s face, every now and again her … Continue reading
What Fits in a Vial
Djaro was one of the Alchemist’s apprentices, and he was by far the most curious. Each day, the students would gather beneath the walnut tree at the village edge, and wait for the Alchemist to come and fetch them. The … Continue reading
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Andrew hadn’t been looking where he was going. Instead, he had been checking his phone. He had an important meeting later that day, and somebody had just txt’d him a slight change in venue. Same building, different room. It seemed … Continue reading
I’m Here to See Wendy
“I’m here to see Wendy.” Sounds pretty innocent, doesn’t it? Shows what you know. I don’t know how I knew it, but I did, from a very early age. Somebody must have told me. Over at that combo gas station/taco … Continue reading
The Music
“Can you hear it!? Can’t you hear it!?” the old man would cry to anyone who crossed his path. He was a staple of the town, a part of the local flavor, a landmark even. Sure he scared some people, … Continue reading
Sarah
Sarah was running. Technically she was ‘running away,’ but there was no ‘away.’ Not really. Sarah had finally started to understand that. It had started after she’d seen that boy from school kill one of those dogs. She’d been up late … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, Part 7
It has been raining for several days now. It rains often on the coasts of the Sorrows. In the town, the streets are slow flowing rivers of mud, through which a pack of children play by the fading daylight. Splashing … Continue reading
Recreational Exorcist 