Fiction Friday – The Crevice

It wasn’t always there, the oldest locals will tell you. And though the builders keep lengthening the bridge a few stones at a time, soon the gap will be too great and their great construction will fall. But it was what came out of that gash in the earth where the tale truly lies. “Started…

Fiction Friday: The Cost of Darkness – A Tale of The Zumka

The darkness breathed as the young lady entered. She was positive she felt the hairs on her arm rise and fall in an unseen wind. But she was not put off by the strange vibe of the place. She was on a mission. The priest at the door had explained the ritual before she entered.…

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