The Storyteller
The Storyteller Chris Dean “Let me tell you a story,” the old man said to the child as they sat on the bench beneath a tall oak tree in the park. Brushing the mischievous yellow bangs back from her bright blue eyes,...
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Marten Dreaming
Marten Dreaming By E. M. Sole A rumble woke Marten now sitting rigid in his bed. The sound was coming from below, from the earth itself, and it grew louder. His bed, barely more than sticks lashed together with a straw...
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Ambrose’s Hope By Jay Requard Snow crunched underfoot as Ambrose Knighton marched the drifts, kicking his way through the frost and submerged branches. The cold seeping through the stitching of his hide boots was like any...
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