I solemnly swear I am up to no good.
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Stories by Rebecca Lawrence
Under A Bloody Moon
They used to speak of a bloody moon. The night when the moon turns red. The old men would nod at the story an...
To Cheat Death
She looked back. The shadows were moving again.
Shivering, she thought,
"The cabins not far. About h...
Somthing Small
Nathaniel Stone was a gem smuggler. But now he has a family, a home. His thieving days are done. (Especially...