Category: Stories

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APOCALYPSE TWENTY ONE

Only the typical desert wind blew, the sun almost fired up the air. In the middle of a valley, a table, two chairs and a trailer. It was centuries since mankind and his actions...

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ANDREW AND LEVANTER

He was wandering throughout the small mountain village, like he was used to in the afternoon hours of a summer day in July. The green mountains surrounding the small village were his home, the...

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THE CEMETERY KEEPER

8 p.m. He was waiting, like he always did for the past 10 years, that the last visitor, Mr. Honest, leave on his tired feet so he could close the iron gate. “Goodnight Gino”...