When things begin to deteriorate it sometimes strikes swiftly and with a fierceness of a single white dazzling electric thunderstorm bolt. But sometimes it also moves like red lava that slowly seeps down from the mountain, creeping towards everything you love devouring grass and trees in its path until it swallows your home. And there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Miles away with hands clasped over your mouth, and tears in your eyes, you watch as everything that belonged to you is swallowed up by the lava.
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I'm a Canadian writer of random thoughts, short stories, and a couple of manuscripts. I've been published in several literary journals over the last few years and I continue to create short stories and full-length manuscripts. Tortuous Tales is my space to create short stories that might include: fantasy, science fiction, memoir, or romance. Here you might find anything including book reviews, or musings on the challenges of writing. Welcome to Tortuous Tales. This is the blog of stories. Any stories. View all posts by Tortuous Tales