Short Stories
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I like cats, so…here you go. He was used to noises in the alleys. But unlike the mortals, Dante didn’t fear them. Sounds were harmless—or they meant fresh prey. He was familiar with the slithering of a rat, or the rustling of a raccoon, or the pecking of a bird. But this one…this one, he
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This story was inspired by the architecture and histories of older college campuses. Surely there must be ghosts hanging around at least a few of them? Closing her eyes didn’t really help. The room cloaked in darkness, with only a crooked thread of light to peek out from between the curtains. If Khloe squinted, she
