The Shadow Within
I am the monster in the dark. The shadow under your bed, the lurking presence beyond the barred door. I
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I am the monster in the dark. The shadow under your bed, the lurking presence beyond the barred door. I
This is what he came down to. It fits in the small of my hand, these remnants. They’re meaningless. Hold
The back of the chair looks like a prison gate, and there’s a quality in her eyes I can’t bear
I met my mother for the first time when I was twenty-eight years old, in a faded photograph I found
Caveat: This is one of the first stories I’ve written that I haven’t been very happy with. But, I think
Houses. A hundred moments of my life wild wanton like me A moment in time. The red duvet on my
It was a cavernous night, deep into winter, when I set out to fight the wolf. In summer, people forget
HellohowcanIhelpyou?Ifthere’ssomethingthatyouneed,restassuredthatIcan finditforyou.Steprightup,steprightup,comecloser,norequestoosmall,no productwecan’tfindforyou! Hello sir, please step closer, what can I find for you? Have you lost your true love
You fill the world with music. I tell you, be silent, and listen. The world is music. Close your
This week’s story is a slight diversion from the new norm, because the image isn’t by a friend of mine.