A Legacy of Drips

The aging house hadn’t been painted in 10 or 15 years. The once-bright walls had long since faded, and weathered stains under the windows were like dark circles under its eyes after a sleepless night. Years of neglect had taken their toll…

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Stones and Daggers

Something was very wrong, but I didn’t want to admit it. Just moments before, I sat peacefully on the couch with my laptop, but now it felt like a flaming python was wrapping around my torso, its searing squeeze tightening by the second…

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The Visitor

We’ve had an unusual visitor this summer. He shows up at our front door around the same time every night, never bothering to call first. We just leave the light on and assume we’ll see him at some point. He stays for hours, relaxing and eating before heading home in the wee hours of the morning…

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