Fiction
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Psychedelic Encounters in an Empty Vessel
Pink jukebox spins an array of psychedelic tunes in a diner on the wrong side of the desert where the crows dance and bow and she wipes away the sweat from her frosted brow. She thinks it’s cold outside. Cold in the desert. What does she know? It can get cold in the desert. There’s… Continue reading
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The Walk
A man walks from a house to the edge of a lake. The house he leaves behind is white, so it blends in with all the snow. It’s modern and elegant. Straight edges and lines, levels, elevated, lots of windows, and even now someone looks out one after him. His breath screams out like a… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (End)
The natural cage in which he walked was made of trees. The trail wound along the edge of the lake, and he could peer out between limbs and leaves and see the sparkling blue water. Then the trail curved inward, deeper into the forest and all was silent save for the birds or scrambles of… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (3)
People stared at Bevin Elderberry and his creepy naked clown doll when passing by his table in the breakfast room of the hotel. Dishes clanked. There was a murmur of morning voices, and the air smelled of wet eggs and bacon. The plates of food before him didn’t stir his appetite. He was too hungover.… Continue reading
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Southern Naked Dolls (2)
The first part of this story can be found HERE. “Why are you holding a naked clown doll?” the hotel clerk at the front desk asked Bevin Elderberry. He laughed. “I just paid a visit to the antique store and the old guy there gave me this thing.” “Hmm. Slim Jim gave you that creepy… Continue reading
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Tornado Soup
I saw an old television set just sitting in the road. It wasn’t plugged in, but it was playing a show. The show was about a town devastated by a massive tornado back in the early 21st century. I sat down in the roadway and watched. The images were very white, bleached out almost, and… Continue reading
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A Wayward Wish
I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so proud to be hateful, and so eager to destroy the world? The house was granular beige and shadows walked in front of the windows. The gargoyles up high had shoulders like mountains, and they wondered… Continue reading
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The Apocalypse Pipe
Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I have published a book and that it is now available for sale! At the moment, only the e-book is available to buy, but a print version will be available soon. The book can be purchased at multiple online stores including Amazon, Barnes and Noble,… Continue reading
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Labyrinth Milk Rinse (2)
“I can make anything happen. There are no restraints,” I said aloud to myself as I drove my car down to Chillicothe. I talk to myself a lot. All those inner notes and thoughts just leaking out all the time. I go to Chillicothe because there’s an old bookstore downtown. I like to go in… Continue reading
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Dinner Plate Behind You (2)
A famous My 600-Pound Life nurse, halfway to looking like that creepy puppet Lady Elaine Fairchilde from Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, opens the door of the waiting room and calls out, “Shelby Grace.” Shelby Grace struggles to get out of the chair almost as much as she struggled to get into the chair. “Help me, Lawrence,”… Continue reading
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