Orange, yellow, and red leaves ride the wind to the ground. They dance this way and that as the crisp cool air brushes through the little town’s streets. On either side of the road, shop keepers open their doors, waving their hellos, and disappear inside. Lights turn on here and there. Coffee brews in one…
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The Memory Thief
Short Story Idea given to me by an awesome FB friend, Theresa Blaydoe. She is helping me veer into a newer genre for myself, Steampunk. I have one story started in this genre but have yet to complete it as I am still new and researching more on the genre but I will do my…
