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A short story

The Red River

Love and gore

The man, leaning with both arms over the side of the hovercraft, said to the three-legged alien, “We’ll pass the night in Zareb’s clearing. It’s late.”

“That’s ominous,” the alien snorted and went on looking at the red river.

The man rested his chin on his crossed arms and shifted his gaze from the big blowers…



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Dew Langrial

Living life in awe of it all. Hoping to make sense. A Thinker, Writer & Storyteller. Working on my tech startup.