I stay at my grandmother's this summer, and I sleep on the second floor and room. My window faces the back yard, almost half its view taken by the large mango tree. Every night, as my eyes close, I see the slouching silhouette of a gargantuan curly-haired man. He sits on the thickest branch, smoking tobacco as his eyes glow.
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Short Stories (reconstructed)
Short StoryThis is a reconstructed anthology of the randomly generated stories I had in mind during 2015. (Read segment title for the list of unsettling content in each category)
