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Black Days, Chapter 5: “Old Man Luther”
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Go to: Table of Contents It was a cramped part of Brooklyn, though that could be said of most of the city. The street was lousy with grocers, restaurants, and ethnic coffee bars. They were crammed together making the most of the limited space. Silas was tapping his foot, staring…
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Black Days, Chapter 4 “Cold Pad Thai”
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Go to: Table of Contents “Well, well, well. Look who came crawling back?” Silas said. “What are you talking about?” Hannah asked. “Oh, I guess that doesn’t fit this situation. What are you doing here?” He about-faced and walked back into his apartment. Hannah stood in the…
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Beleran and the Frozen Chair
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Story by Adam Casalino Beleran shifted in his saddle. A biting wind was pulling at the corners of the map in his hands. He would let the wind take it, all the same. He had long passed out of the king’s land. What remained of the road was a rough…
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Black Days, Chapter 3: “Uninvited Guests”
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Go to: Table of Contents Hannah was shivering by the time she got home. Six years and she still hadn’t gotten used to the New York cold. Not even the down jacket her father gave her was warm enough. Maybe her blood was too thin. Maybe she still pined…
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Black Days, Chapter 2: “McClelland’s Law”
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Go to: Table of Contents It was night. Silas was in one of the outer boroughs of New York City. Squad cars were parked outside an apartment complex, their red and blue lights splashing against the facade. Police were everywhere, talking into radios or ignoring the noise that came out…
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Black Days, Chapter 1: “Toy Story”
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Go to: Table of Contents Silas Black was late. He was always late. Time, to a man like him, was a relative thing. A problem for someone else to worry about. Usually, the person waiting for him. He wore a watch but never used it. An observer would have noticed…
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The Christmas Angel, a Paranormal Tale
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Story by Adam Casalino Silas Black didn’t like the woman very much. He thought it might have been her nose. No, it wasn’t that. It was her smile. She had a wry smile. It made her look smug. Silas didn’t like people who were smug. Some people called him…
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The Impossible House, A Robert Asher Story
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Story by Adam Casalino Robert Asher fell down the porch steps. He crashed against the sidewalk, his face and palms landing in a puddle. Pushing up on his elbows, he looked back at the front door. He caught one last glimpse of the man who ejected him, before the door…
I am Adam Casalino. Writer and artist.
This is where I park my stories. Go ahead and read ’em.