A simple farmer receives a horse from the gods, the demolition of a hotel brings an old horror to light, a wounded soldier finds the real enemy is in his own camp, and a sinister golfer makes his opponents disappear. Short stories for fans of Stephen King, HP Lovecraft, Roald Dahl, MR James, Ray Bradbury, Ernest Hemingway, & Somerset Maugham.
  
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quillinx quillinx Jun 18, 2017
I love "his cheeks were red like autumn apples" !! The style of this story makes me feel so comfortable, it's like a fairy tale.
AlexisBeard AlexisBeard Jul 31, 2017
Though well-written, I do believe you need a more powerful opening line. This wouldn't engage me tbh.
GamerWorld8 GamerWorld8 Feb 23
So sad but such an accurate portrayal of human nature. Yr stories and style of writing touches me. Love it. ❤ Please continue writing. Thank u!☺
AEPennymaker AEPennymaker 3 days ago
Haha, nitpickery party over here. Question: if it's unseen, is the visual adjective swollen necessary? Asking for a friend... 
                              
                              Nice, moody opening you've got going on here...
I love the flow of the words in this thing... slow and meandering, like the MC and his mule. It was like dreaming with my eyes open. Beautiful :)
kasross kasross Oct 17
Excellent! And a very sad story. How easily we forget that which we once loved.