Category: Short Stories

The Printer

I remember that night like it was yesterday, it was a cold, snowy night, and the wind did not blow. The snow fell in big, soft flakes, straight to the ground, which was already covered in a soft blanket of the stuff. There was a...

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The Cold Within

On a cold Christmas Eve, in any cold town in any cold winter, sometime in the early 1900s, a young man sat on the steps of an old church. He fiddled with a shimmering gold chain, at the end of which dangled a small, oval-shaped...

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