Tag: fiction
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The Arbor Shrine
His bare feet came suddenly upon clammy mud, and he slid to a stop. The small boy listened, trying in vain to control and quiet his quick breaths. He stepped carefully from the mud, back onto the damp leaves and forest detritus. The forest closed in around him here, and he couldn’t see far into…
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Philosophical Absurdity No. 1
Jack Sharp sat alone in a concrete room. He waited in the room’s lone chair, facing the one-way glass which made up the only variation (however slight) of the room’s gray interior. He had been invited there on account of his vast expertise. He’s the leading professional in the field of Ballistic Trauma. He has…
creo ad hoc 