Short stories

Begging

Sarah flopped down into the chair in the cafeteria. Today was a calm day at the office, and the canteen was even quieter. On the other side of the table sat Max, her colleague. Work husband and work wife, apparently, as if that were a thing. But, in a way, it was. From 9 to 5, they were married, taking…

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The Ritual

Moonlight bathed the forest clearing in a soft white light. Lothar sat on his wooden throne, intricately made with noble wood. He sat with his back straight, his arms on the side. His eyes stared into the darkness ahead. Waiting. The clearing was a meticulously kept circle of soft grass. Logs, split in two, adorned the edges as benches. Six…

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