The Last Drink
Short Story “I’ll take a double spiced rum on the rocks please,” I ask the bartender sitting down to a stool at the large wooden bar. The place cast a vibe of abandonment,...
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The Last Warning
Short Story Fully eclipsed amongst the vast coniferous wilderness lay a shadowy log cabin. Its exterior walls crudely fashioned from the surrounding forests collection of rotting logs, each eerily displaying long strips of cascading...
