April 2023
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The Moon Scars of Elysium (1)
“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do nothing. Lives once had meaning.” Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 10
“My, my, Melba,” Pastor Stikk said. “I can certainly see where Carrie gets her delicious beauty from. My God, if you were an ice cream cone, I’d lick you all over.” His laugh that followed was boisterous and sickly. Continue reading
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The Harmonious Calliope Fortune Machine
But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit cup. Where are the peaches for justice? Continue reading
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All About Eggs and Life and Then Death
“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.” Continue reading
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The Cowmen (One)
“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just wanted to love somebody or be loved yourself? I figure you got to have a heart in there somewhere. Why don’t you ever use it?” Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (3)
“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas for pre-coitus huffing?” Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (2)
Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken sandwich with salted cucumber wedges on the side and a fat glass of Ovaltine. Continue reading
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (1)
“You’re rebellious,” the girl quipped. “You kill based on random conspiracies without any factual basis.” Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 9
“No, it’s true. I’d like to see you whaled out on my bed completely naked… And I’d like to feed you an entire pumpkin pie with a bucket of whipped cream.” Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (1)
The first thing that Mary O’Shea did as she drove away from the old Grady place was light a cigarette. She cracked the driver’s side window and exhaled. The wind sucked the smoke away. “Crazy old bitch,” she said aloud to herself. Continue reading
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