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 writer of fictional and nonfiction short stories and the author of the series Dragon in the Mirror. Tortuous Tales is my space to create short stories: Short stories of fantasy, science fiction, or memoir. In the blog, you might also find book reviews and musings on the challenges of writing. Welcome to Tortuous Tales. This is the blog of stories. Any stories. View all posts by Tortuous Tales