Serial Fiction
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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… Continue reading
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Labyrinth Milk Rinse (1)
People don’t understand why I wait at the last exit of the corn labyrinth. The labyrinth is in a weird place in the middle of Ohio. It isn’t technically a labyrinth; they just call it that because it sounds more mysterious. According to the British, a labyrinth has one path that leads to a center.… Continue reading
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The Inappropriate Architect (2)
She didn’t know where to look the moment she stepped inside Fidel Architect the architect’s glamorous home and its modern mid-century rustic vibe. Her head nearly twisted off. She was stunned by the indoor waterfall and the size of the kitchen and all its shiny toys to cook and clean with. “You really live here?”… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 8
Josiah climbed out of the car. He had been feeling nervous about just sitting in a stolen vehicle. He needed to stretch his legs, anyway. He strolled around the hospital parking lot for a while enjoying the sunshine, the smell of spring, and his freedom. But something was nagging at him. He wanted to see… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 7
Galaxy Pancakes restaurant dripped in the colors of outer space. The booth seats were pink and green faux leather, the tabletops had a see-through resin and underneath were all sorts of space trinkets. Moon-flavored light shades cradled bright white bulbs; gas giants were fashioned into stool tops. A person would step into black holes to… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 6
“Why are we letting a small group of stupid ass morons decide how we live?” Serena asked as she walked outside with Reverend Savior. The sun was bright. The sky was endless blue. She stopped and spread her arms outward to the entire world. “It’s nothing but a society of brainless idiots out there.” The… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 5
Morning cracked open like a hopeful universal egg as the rabbit emerged from under the house. The air was wrapped up in a spring chill. Everything seemed dripping wet. He was no longer inside a can; he broke out and could now unleash himself upon the world. When he stood, he looked more like an… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 4
The men returned to the house early the next morning, cold and unrested. Sarrah was in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee and cooking eggs and bacon. The house was filled with the smell of it, like a greasy café on a busy Sunday morning in a lost western town in Idaho. Sarrah turned… Continue reading
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Canned Rabbit Magic 3
Sarrah remained at the window as the others madly ran about looking for Paul in other places of the house. They didn’t know all the things she knew. They couldn’t feel it deep in their guts and loins. How could they? There was no connection there. Not like her and Paul had. Again, she questioned… Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 13
“Ecstasy!?” Melba cried out. “What kind of ecstasy has been going on in here? Do you not see the pictures of our beloved Jesus hanging on the walls? You did this in front of his eyes?” Continue reading
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