Short Stories
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The Cosmic Bazaar
On the precipice of Howard Phillips Lane, having substance, sat a quaint small-scale pocket inside an ever-shifting-reality. I peered out from the obelisk-shaped window, awaiting the glow of the purple candelabra. Like clockwork, the source illuminated, and to my surprise,… Continue reading
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The Call of Sæskwætʃ
Found in a ridiculously random stack of disheveled papers that had no business being there. Of course, a merchant, whose name shall remain Namely Nameless, picked up the recycled trees in an attempt to make a buck from one creature’s… Continue reading
