A Crooked Keepsake

Original short stories, novellas, and other snacks.

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A Crooked Keepsake an attempt at safekeeping selections from almost a decade of taking writing less than carelessly.

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He wouldnt mind death bringing him some relief. But somehow, his heart wasnt quite convinced that this was the end of the road. He sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at the wall. In a dark corner of the room, something moved.
Hirak started towards it on all fours, silent as a cat.