Short Stories
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The Legend of Mortis Allator
The story of Halloween’s fright has long been lost to time’s sand. The man who came to town had a crow on his shoulder and a pumpkin in hand. His glowing eyes peering from a sheltered head. His long brown cloak smelling of sulphur and dread. It was the 31st of October, and Mortis Allator,…
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The Sock Drawer Murder
When I rolled up to the property, I could already see the door was propped open, and several officers stood outside in a tight circle, one of them making exaggerated gestures with his hands before pausing and causing the others to erupt in a fit of laughter. I shifted my focus to the driveway, where…
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A Subtle Glance
TW: Sexually Assult A younger man than myself may not have given it a second thought, but she had clearly meant to be looking at me, and that look clearly suggested more than just a passing thought. On any other day, I might not have given her the time of day. She was, after all…