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  • The Clockmaker

    The clockmaker’s shop stood at the end of a narrow street where fog liked to linger,…

  • The Lighthouse

    The frenzied waves shone faintly in the pale moonlight, crests of seafoam crowning each peak. The…

  • Mr. Cand

    Mr Cand, a middle aged, grey man, sat at the desk he had designated for writing.…

  • In the Subway

    Down in the subway, the wind shrieked as if in pain. It prowled the underground, shadows…

  • A Piece of Basalt

    The sea did not meet the shore so much as it courted it, a tireless suitor…

  • The Tabby That Ate Out my Palm

    The cat’s skull was completely broken, the white of it’s brain peeking out timidly from behind…

  • The Demanding Dreamcatcher

    The dreamcatcher demanded a space above my bed. It commanded me to place it exactly in…

  • The River

    Along the River, the one that ran its fingers across the desert, the one with no…