Who doesn’t like a story well-told? No one? Good.
Midnight. Maybe a little past it, I haven’t checked the time. I forget, I forget so very much. Right now, the only thing that refuses to be forgotten is the stinging smell of formaldehyde piercing my nose. Yes, I’m in a morgue, I’m sure of that much. But nearly everything else I know ends there.…
Finale “Wake up now, morning’s here.” “Ugh… Where am I? If this is a joke—” “Ha! A joke, huh? If there’s a joke in the room, it’s you—and the barrels of slapstick you brought with you.” Judy was just beginning to open her eyes—eyes heavy with a headache that wasn’t from her migraines. She was…
Another album, another memory. This one is about the time I heard the first strike. It was unexpected; we never had a good relationship with Signoa in the first place, but no one ever thought of a war. I was working in the Ministry of the Interior at that time, and we had a lot…
Now, when she looked again at her partner’s face, which was wrinkled because of the fear that he was trying to contain within, a feeling that she couldn’t even remember the last time she felt began to rise inside her. This was a feeling she had been trying to suppress since they started working together.…
Chapter 1 ”Everyone living in the town, regardless of generation, had only one tailor serving at one time. The Tailor, who is currently practicing this profession, moved to Hurricain following the death of the previous tailor 12 years ago and has been operating in the same house and shop ever since.” She had the senses…