Stories
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Three Wishes

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Don't Axe Me, Bro!
You can’t help it; you’re fascinated by the sunlight glinting off armor and spikes and bloodied metal rising and falling violently. Time/consciousness dissolves and weaves into a parallel pattern, and the scream of a wounded horse bridges the gap a...
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Getting Older
“Mom! Grandpa’s up in the tree again!” “It’s okay, Tommy. He likes it up there.” “He’s naked, mom!” “Oh, alright. Maybe you should get grandma—” “MOM! He’s flinging poo...