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Shadows & Light – A Ballard Tale

by | Jul 9, 2014 | A, Andrew Scorah, Short Story

I was not having a good morning, well, neither would you be if you had woken up in a dumpster smelling of last weeks lasagna and fish heads. My head was pounding like a thousand bombs had gone off inside it. I guess that must be from the bullet graze that decorated...

Shaka’s Fall

by | Jul 30, 2012 | A, Andrew Scorah, Short Story

Stoker Towers loomed above the city like monstrous aeries of some mythical bird. Only five years since construction had finished, and the last tenant had moved in two weeks ago. Shaka-D, and his Posse, the Camden Bloods rolled in a week later. +++++He now had six...