TheDream: New story at The Grey Scribe

I’ve had the same dream for as long as I can remember. It started when I was little; I’d see a track leading to an old shack bathed in yellow light. It looked empty, deserted, the door standing half torn from its hinges. All around was a vast field of corn. Not the clean summer corn, but mouldy, blighted corn stalks untended and uncared for. I remember feeling pain and hurt and grief and anger and agony and….

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One of my better stories, methinks :)

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