Author Archives: BobSmith

Hell

Two men sat in comfortable chairs, looking at an orange fire, burning bright in an old stone fireplace. The room around them was worn, but well cared for. Aside from the fire, it was dark, and aside from their slow … Continue reading

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Death

Thanks to mouse/maud dib/alphabete/etc for letting me use her blog to post my stuff on. A quick short story for #thursdaytales. The title is, I suppose, “Death.” Somewhere clean, smelling of disinfectant and freshly laundered sheets, a young girl is … Continue reading

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