Category: Creative Writing
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He made it with her in the bathtub because she was bleeding. That animal. That gyrating, groaning animal. It was… Read more.
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And there I was, raspy as a ghost lost in time, so drunk on the night that I tried to… Read more.
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He had a wandering image that followed him, something about ravioli in a lonely café somewhere on the other side… Read more.
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Alabaster eggplants frolic in a purple haze. Munchkins drop acid and watch Wizard of Oz repeatedly until one jumps out… Read more.
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Magda Balls looked at her two new guests, her back was up against the stove in the kitchen, a cigarette… Read more.
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You, again. The erratic sidewinder in plaid. Going apeshit over a loaf of bread. Have you ever heard of tranquility?… Read more.
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I built a chair today in my workshop I made it out of milk skin and aggression God was my… Read more.
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Sirens started to wail. Lights began to flash. Deep echoing booms rolled like waves throughout the facility as the inmates… Read more.
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The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the… Read more.
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“Seems all you care about lately is killing folks.” He pointed with his smoky cigarette hand. “Haven’t you ever just… Read more.
