“On Mortality”

Story written by Franklin Rayeski – Please do not use without crediting me           I was walking through the house with a laundry basket at my hip and I was delivering clothes to each room. It was in the middle of the evening and the sky outside was a dark gray with the wind whistling … Continue reading “On Mortality”

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“As If Holding Hands with the Devil”

Story written by Franklin Rayeski – Please do not use without crediting me Warning: Contains Graphic Content (gore)           I stretch my hand upwards to grab the nearest, stable rock above me. I look down to see how far up we are and I see all the jagged spikes below me. I take a deep … Continue reading “As If Holding Hands with the Devil”