Monday. The weekend left no trace of its existence, save for the headache and a vague dread that I wake up next to.
All tagged short story
The Pawn Shop
Richard knew he would need help to navigate the journey to the deepest chambers of his heart. And it had been a while since his last visit to the pawn shop.
The wormhole
They came through a wormhole, small metal ships appearing from a hole in the sky. It was unimaginable, to have grasped the fabric of the universe and torn it apart.
Minerals
On his way from work one day, Rafael thought he saw on the side of the tracks a man prostrate, his head dug in the ground.