These people turned to sand. I saw them -- the way their color drained as they were trying to stop the girl. Their arms reached out to her but it was too late.

The night guard ran out of the palace, leaving the heavy door ajar. Tripping, swearing, spitting, and crossing himself, he ran across the garden, his eyes fixed on the gigantic golden cross on top of ...

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A dystopian fantasy short story about a heavily controlled town where people mysteriously vanish, and a quiet woman who has a secret path.

A knife. He took a freaking knife. Haris shook his head while panting uphill.

Their kids aren’t friends. Yet the two women talk after dropping their kids off at school. It’s not every day, because the two women aren’t close friends either. But they like the talk when it happens...

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Things didn’t go right from the very beginning.

It was so easy to drive his son mad. All it took was just a few words and the door would bang.

It was so easy to drive his son mad. All it took was just a few words and the door would bang.

Things didn’t go right from the very beginning.

“We came from water, and to the water we will go.” Did he say this aloud? The old man wasn’t sure. And there was nobody he could ask.

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