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Short stories: A song to die for

The inn was bursting with music and laughter. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and a hint of vomit reached his nose. “Merde…Orcs” he whispered to himself. The bulky orcs at the bar started early...


Short story: Relation gap

The light of the television illuminates the room and dances around on the walls of the living room. She sighs and changes the channel again. The screen flickers and displays the latest videoclip of...