I am Adam Casalino. Writer and artist.

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  • The House with Two Sands

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    Story by Adam Casalino The craft touched down on pale soil.  It sunk a little in the uncertain ground.  They powered down and two me stepped out.  Through their oxygen masks they looked out at their new surroundings.  Slowly they took their first steps toward the alien settlement. Jefferson, the…

  • Once, A Fairy Tale

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    Story by Adam Casalino Once upon a time there lived a boy named Andrew.  He lived on the outskirts of a small village with his mother and father.  His father was a woodsman and spent each day providing for his family from the spoils of the forest.  His mother stayed…

  • “Beyond the White Stars, part 3” – Short Thursdays

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    This week’s short story is the thrilling conclusion to “Beyond the White Stars.” By the way, if you’ve been enjoying this weekly dose of fiction, please tell your friends.  If you participate in any literary social networks, feel free mention this site. Download the epub version of the full story…

  • Beyond the White Stars, part 2 – Short Thursdays

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    This week’s new short story is part 2 of “Beyond the White Stars.”  Next week I hope to have the new epub books ready on the site.  Those with ereaders, be sure to check them out! The downloadable version of this story will be available once full story is told.

  • Beyond the White Stars, Part 1

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    Story by Adam Casalino The cruiser crashed painfully to the earth.  It skidded across the rain-slicked runway for several feet before coming to a stop.  The chief engineer came running from the observatory.  She jammed her hand into the emergency retrieval switch and held her breath as the crumpled hatch…

  • Mr. Brandon Lukney

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    Story by Adam Casalino Brandon Lukney hated the sound of his own voice.  It didn’t help that he was a teacher.  He would climb the steps of the wooden podium, calmly clear his throat, and proceed to block out the next hour and a half  of his life as he…

  • The Fear

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    Story by Adam Casalino Alastair the butler always walked fast as he crossed the open courtyard where he watched his former masters die. The thick, marble floors had been long scrubbed clean of the stains, the walls were painted afresh, and even the grotesque, ancient fountain was removed–but in the…