Short Stories
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A Day Out at the Market with Aunty
The city was still stretching awake when they stepped out together, the air cool and clean in that brief window before noise took over. Rita walked a half step ahead, confident as always, her tote folded neatly over one shoulder. Faro followed, hands in his pockets, already smiling like he knew the day would be
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Grawar Shakes Snow Land
The frozen plains of Snow Land had always been cruel, but they were honest in their cruelty. Wind, ice, and time were enemies the Warrior Dames understood. Grawar was different. When the creature emerged from the white horizon, the ground itself seemed to recoil. Twelve feet tall, wrapped in ancient frost and rage, Grawar’s footsteps
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Dreadmurk’s Day at the Swamp of Youth
Rita slipped away from the Cave of Falcon just as the forest light softened into a green-gold hush. The swamp lay deeper within Thundarr Forest, a quiet basin where ancient waters gathered beneath tangled roots and hanging moss. Among the soilmen of old, the place was whispered about as a natural wellspring, its mineral-rich waters
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The Steps of Judgment
Cal Faros stood in the garden like a man who had learned to wear confidence the way others wore clothes. The white suit fit him perfectly, the red-tinted glasses hiding his eyes, his hands resting casually in his pockets as if nothing in the world could reach him. Around him, laughter and perfume lingered. Three
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Fangs of the Dreadfang at the Beaches of Thundarr
Rita had not planned on leaving Thundarr City. Her days had been full, her nights restless, and the rhythm of responsibility had wrapped itself around her life so tightly that the idea of rest felt almost irresponsible. It was Lysa Maren who finally broke through that armor, appearing at Rita’s door one evening with a
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Faro’s Darkest Choice
Faro left Rita’s room, his chest still alive with the pulsing shadow gifted to him. The apartment was silent but for the faint hum of the city outside. The hallway stretched before him like a tunnel of dread, and there—just as before—the dark one-horned figure hovered, waiting. Its jagged horn glowed faintly green, and its
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Faro’s Dark Choice
Faro lost everything after his chronic liver failure, but in losing all, he gained back what he thought was gone forever—his family life in Thundarr City. For the first time in years, he was living under the same roof with the fantasy of his boyhood and the lover of his teen. Rita, the woman who
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Falcon IV: The Daughter of the Desert
Thundarr City was no longer free. The once-pulsing metropolis, the heart of Planet Thundarr, had fallen firmly under the grip of the D.E.C. and the vast economic empire of Clown Inc. The people called it the Clown Empire. Its garish logos and silent enforcers sprawled across every district, every avenue, and every home. Surveillance was
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A Whisper of Hope
The hospital smelled of rusted machines and drying sweat. Faro lay in bed, pale and trembling, the green stains on his bedsheets growing darker by the hour. Rita hadn’t eaten in two days, sitting by his side with Sulari and Pifo asleep on her lap. She had begged Cal. She had tried everything. As the
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Cal’s Final “Cold Blood” Refusal
The hospital lights flickered, dim and worn out. Rita sat by Faro’s bedside, holding his trembling hand. His skin was yellowing, his strength failing, his eyes dim with pain. Three failed artificial liver sessions had left him barely conscious. The doctor whispered the verdict: “Only a transplant can save him now… but only a genetic