Reel Reality by Marko M.
Short Story
"Joseph, get up!" yelled Clarissa Jones as she descended the stairs. From a room on the second floor, a muffled grunt responded. As she reached the bottom, her feet sank into the thick crimson carpet. A soft orange dawn shone through thin drapes as if pigment had been applied over the film stock of the world. Clarissa had decided not to get ca…
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