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Escapism at its finest

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Short Stories

Kevan

Every time he lived to tell┬áthe tale of his heart, the doctors laughed in his face. It had all started when he was twelve, or was it when he was fourteen? A memory's exact moment in history is difficult to... Continue Reading →

Victor

Listen to the Reaper around the corner, who sings the song of the flesh, while the tearful eyes of the mourner beg forgiveness and egress. The beginning of each spring was marked by a commemoration of the deceased. Adults held... Continue Reading →

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