It was a beautiful bright, crisp September morning, and although it felt chilly to step out, the sky was blue … More
Tag: dystopian
Cultured
It had been an uncomfortable journey, reaching the old hunter’s shack. I had taken the bumpy, pitted backroads in the … More
Pain
The Administrator was a tall man, with perfect posture. His beard was dark, thick but had a sharp point, like … More
World 3.0
The severed head was tilted toward the sky, abandoned in a puddle. The face was pointed away from me. The … More
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