Author: dif-dave

  • Storage

    A loud but distant THOOM jars me awake. My eyes are open, but there’s nothing but inky black in my vision. I can’t see my hands or anything else, so I look around, hoping for some light slicing through. There. A pinpoint of green light. It had to be an LED because of how small

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  • I keep writing this.

    The hardest part of making a new website that serves so many purposes — in my case, doing some testing for work and becoming a safe space for me to write — is that you always feel the need to have a “Welcome” post for people who have never visited before. I don’t know why

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  • The Merchant

    A piece of flash fiction. Between the urban musk of ozone, piss, and aging grime, and the constant bustle in the streets, Kinner Valpash knew it was going to be a busy market day. Or at least he hoped. That wasn’t unusual for the last weekend of the month, but lately, people had been more

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