Magics have always claimed all the credit for what the nothings created. We, the magics, are a dependent race as the nothings strive for more. Me? I am a ghost. My name is not Jake. My name is ... nothing...
â€œLooking for me?â€ A crisp voice echoed in the hallway.
One fine Sunday morning, Damon Ross, a young man, found an oddly shaped spaceship had crashed inside his grange. To his surprise, a young woman with no recent memory comes out of the broken ship. Why is she here? Is it importan...
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An ex-high school football player has a hard time letting go of the past - especially the parts that aren't true.
This is a very long short story - nearly 9000 words! But the length is necessary. Hope you enjoy it.
If you guys like this let me know and I'll turn it into a longer piece. I was going to write a couple of sequels to this anyway but if people really like the writing style I'll do something bigger with it.
All for free of course :)