3 Short Story Openings


Señor Rivas went looking for skulls marked with a letter M.



Santiago Marroquín slithered into the ragged coat and felt a rather stone cold heaviness residing in the pit of his stomach.



What was certain was that no other object possessed even the slightest bit of power this one did. As Yesika followed her fingers along the cracks she felt her life slipping away and another one opening up before her.




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