I forgot how to be funny today. I just woke up and nothing,
no jokes, no chuckles and no clever quips. I feel empty inside, I feel reality
crushing me.
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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