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Aletta, a celebrated travelling violinist, believes her treasured instrument is the source of her gift. When an accident destroys the violin, she is devastated and fears she has lost her identity and talent forever. With the support of her mother and a kind trader named Hai, she learns that true artistry comes from the musician, not the instrument, and finds hope, healing, and love.

A small weakness doesn't turn a person into a monster, but if you keep giving in, one day you may look into the mirrors and see a chair staring back...

A glimpse of isolation, deception and violation.

The Devil Who is he to decide how much profit one should make? He took the dam contract — wasn’t it for that very reason? Anger crept up through his nerves, burning and alive. “He’s an engineer,” they said. But the disgust that rose within him refused to stay buried. The other day, we happened to meet near the road below the dam. If the jeep had been nudged just once, he could have been sent plunging into the gorge. Should I let the police believe it was some old grudge? That day, I lost my n

This is the third and final short story. The final paragraph of Ever Circling is the first paragraph of the novel Strangers from the South, so if you want to keep going with the story, you can!

This story is based on a dream I had once, clearly brought on by my overconsumption of the works of H.P. Lovecraft at the time. Details have been added to flesh it out in emulation and in parody of Lovecraft's writing style. It does not reflect my beliefs.

Hello! This is the second short story belonging to Strangers from the South. These short stories will function as a prequel to the events of the novel. The novel is available in e-format and paperback everywhere. The e-version of the short story collection is also available if you don't want to wait for me to post once weekly. If you have questions, or concerns, please reach out to: forestwoodesbooks@forestwoodesbooks.net

In A House Made of Clay, a missed sailing season strands the pair in an ancient river city, where a series of ritual murders leads them from temple gardens and royal halls to something that should have remained buried with the dead.

Some people are born into love. Some people spend their whole lives searching for it. Kaelani "Kai" Hannigin never knew what home was supposed to feel like. To the outside world, she was just another quiet country girl with good grades and a bright future. But behind closed doors... Home was screaming. Home was bruises. Home was walking on eggshells. Home was never enough. She believed that if she could just get away from her mother, everything would finally get better. She was wrong.

"They were curled up on the floor, calmly playing a card game. Go fish? Yes, the cards were scattered across the wood. She would have thought she was dreaming if it weren’t for the fact they were both missing their jaws."

There was Easter approaching. All the Spanish world listened to Bad Bunny the rapper. However, Easter is a holiday of happiness. There should be good things involved. The Easter bunny was the real MVP of all the bunnies in the world. So, he was the Good Bunny. Easter bunny knew that in order to remain popular he’d need to challenge the Bad Bunny for a rap standoff.

How would you spend your last day on Earth? Aubrey has it all worked out.

A poor boy living with his mother had their lives turned after Jack got a magical beans.

Theo and Fen tell each other stories.

Charles does ordinary like no other and in no circumstance will waver from his rigid routine. But has this made him immune to the splendour life has to offer? Immune from the joys of life's little pleasures, even breakfast, reducing it from the most important meal of the day to a mere inconvenience...(Part 1)

A Soldier and his Master discuss.

I've heard it my whole life.

A normal house of three that possessed a mysterious locked room. Perhaps this door kept a secret that needed to be contained away from the public. Until one day the door was wide open for a truth to be uncovered since there will only be one truth from a sea of deception.

Children’s poem, onion’s realisation!

What if you never move on? What if life is never enough to erase an unreturned love? What if death isn't either?