The Brittle Nature of Reflections and Dreams

Sirius jolted awake. His glass armor finished pieced itself back together and delivered a resuscitating burst of reviving electricity from its stored reserves. Sirius, caught upside down, wiggled violently. He was disoriented, severely. Hanging--the rush of blood, the residual energy given off by his armor, the heat, the blunt force trauma--Sirius fell unconscious. Chunks of …

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There’s Nothing Scarier than Women and Ghosts

Arthur readjusted the files and papers tucked neatly between his hands. He carried them with poise, careful not to spill his cup of coffee. The elevator tinged open. Arthur excitedly sauntered over to his favorite reviewer. He past some colorful desks, some adorned with amusing trinkets, until he found his dear friend Carter typing away …

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