The Bittersweet End.

Bitter and sweet, very true. Looking at something you've spent countless hours on, all so it comes out looking only as good as the polished piece of posh served up by the next grade A asshole is really depressing. I don't want this to be me. I don't want the original idea of Quarterstories to... Continue Reading →

Daemon House

1 The three followed the tunnel for what felt like days. Their footfalls thumped, but the echoes produced by the obscenely large tunnels were nothing short of monstrous. Ed held the only flashlight, stopping every hundred yards or so to check on the other two. They were his friends. ‘Friends,’ he thought, ‘No, They're more than... Continue Reading →

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