Category: Serial Fiction
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Corn of the Aliens (1)
There’s the smell of something sweet coming from the kitchen. Corn dogs. Corn bread. Corn Flakes. Cornmeal. Corn on the cob. Corn chowder. Corn pie. Corn on the moon. Corn in space. Corn of the aliens. It was a hot, burning day. One of those days that feels like one walked into a blast furnace Read more
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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 Read more
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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. Read more
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Southern Naked Dolls (2)
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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 Read more
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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 Read more
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Canned Rabbit Magic 9
When Paul awoke, he was just above the tree line and sitting in a scramble of rocks. He was surrounded by mountains. The air was bluish-white and crisp and smelled clean. He could hear it move. When he looked down, he saw the town of Chandelier, Idaho snuggled up in the valley floor miles away. Read more
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Southern Naked Dolls (1)
A man named Bevin Elderberry peered through the window of an old antique shop in the downtown of a southern town named Sinawee that sat by one of the biggest lakes in South Carolina. It was early, the air was already warm. There was the smell of honey and flowers in the air. Magnolia blooms Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 