“Lastique and the Baby” by Kirk V. Bhajan
It was the start of the rainy season. Dark clouds billowed over the setting sun, leaving the air ripe with a feeling of dread.
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“The Night Shape Shifter” by Kirk Budhooram
Is years I waiting for God to smile on me. And is years the devil pissing on me. Sometimes I think I is the orphan child of the both a them.