The Crescent Scar – A Short Story

That evening, Eleanor seemed to be preoccupied. She was walking ahead of me. From my vantage point, I could see the back of her skull etched in the backdrop of the amber sky. I knew better than to ask what was bothering her. Because it was Eleanor. The Hot-headed Eleanor. The Strange Eleanor. And I... Continue Reading →

The Rotten Secret – A Short Story

"I want go to your father. I want to be with him. Can you understand that?" Harry stared at his mother. "Harry, there is something I have to tell you. Your father, he didn't die from a car crash. He was killed. I killed him." He looked up at her. Harry realised he hadn't blinked... Continue Reading →

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