Below is a short-story written for the NYC at Midnight competition. My assigned tags were Historical Fiction/Barber/Syndrome, and I was given one week to write

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Below is a short-story written for the NYC at Midnight competition. My assigned tags were Historical Fiction/Barber/Syndrome, and I was given one week to write
The spiders legs tapped against the glass furiously, repeatedly striking against the walls of the invisible prison that held it with inscrutable wrath. Eva kept
UNDER THE APPLE TREE It was an exceptionally warm June day, when Adam fell from the apple tree. Unfortunately, there were no 17th century physicists
THE BOY’S JOURNEY BORN INTO A CLOUD There was a boy once, Though he was born with eyes, He