I walked down the street turned the corner and there he was,
all smiling and such. Now normally I'm a peaceful man, but that was one creepy
smile, believe 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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