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Home Improver Stories: June’s Revenge

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The long awaited ending to the first season of the Home Improver series. As June exacts her revenge, what will the cost be to our heroines?

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Fallout: Ronto Chapter 1

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A Collaboration Between TheLostLegionnaire and Sun_ThatAntGuy: War. War never changes.   Ever since nuclear armament became a reality on July 16, 1945, Canada knew its fate would be inextricably tied with that of the United States. In the 21st Century, a global energy crisis and war over the planet’s finite resources had inevitably emerged. Gradually … Continue reading Fallout: Ronto Chapter 1

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The Three Strings of Shame

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-A quick 2 hour’s work, this might stay a one shot or I might add more. I wanted to try and write a horror story, not something I’ve ever done before.-

A man returns to his ancestral home and inherits an instrument, and finds its his soul that get’s played with instead.

“No, I’m done. I can’t finish this.” – Snowdrake’s “NOPE.jpg” moment trying to read this story.

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The Tiny Swordsman Chapter 4

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The boy rose out of the water, soon joined by two others. Their skin was grey and bloated, boiled on the bone. They grabbed at me with their slimy hands. Despite the heat of their flesh, spikes of ice pierced at their touch. The boiled boys held my gaze. I felt the power of their hatred tearing at my soul. My strength left me as if being drained. They started to pull me downwards, towards the boiling water. I couldn’t resist, no matter how hard I fucking tried to tell my body to move.

I fell to one knee, hands braced on either side of the large pot. Waterlogged hands gripped my collar, pulling me closer to the murky broth. Somehow, I knew it was over. I knew that was fucking it. It sounds nuts, but I don’t care. I don’t care if it was just a dream. I knew if I touched that fetid water, I was done. The heat of the broth seared my face as I stood inches above it.

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