Short Stories, Stort Stories, Writing

Stort Story: A Sucking Wound

The door was locked. Axel jiggled the handle again anyway. “What? Still no luck? Imagine that.” Martis’s rasping voice, dripping with more sarcasm than blood, was an ever unwelcome intrusion. “Piss off.” Axel kicked the door for the umpteenth time before turning around and scanning the dimly lit broom-closet of a room.  The cramped space was made smaller by the…

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