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Short Story: My Obituary

Mortimer Watson saw his own name in an obituary. That was the beginning. It happened on a Monday afternoon, one of those gray, dead air days that felt neither like winter nor spring. Just an in between. He was in bed, nestled into the well worn dip his body had carved into the mattress, playing...More Please

Short Story – The Vintage Dress Find

The Vintage Dress
Natalie Palmer didn’t consider herself a superstitious person. At 22, she was grounded, practical, and a little too enamored with vintage fashion for her own good. So, when she stumbled upon an estate sale in a crumbling Victorian house on the edge of town, she couldn’t resist stopping. The air inside was thick with age,...More Please

Short Story – The Hole Beneath

Richard stood in Hunter’s room, frozen. The smell of cardboard and dust filled the air as he packed the last box, his heart heavy with guilt. Sammy had insisted it was time, time to box up their son’s toys, his clothes, his life. One year. One long, agonizing year since Hunter disappeared from his bed,...More Please
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