The fruit of my labor was not as sweet as I had first
envisioned, I always hoped I would get a cherry but alas all I have is a
banana.
Short stories of all shapes and sizes. From fantasy to science-fiction. Stories are like trees, they grow, branch off and bear countless leaves. Every leaf on a tree has a story to tell and I am the storyteller. New stories every other Tuesday.
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