Category: Serial Fiction
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Allison Grundy stood in her front yard behind the safety of a white-picket fence and a grouchy demeanor. She had… 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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The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They… Read more.
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“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do… 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.
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“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas… Read more.
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Lloyd moved away from the window and went to the nurse-white neatly cluttered kitchen and fixed himself a cold chicken… Read more.
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“No, it’s true. I’d like to see you whaled out on my bed completely naked… And I’d like to feed… Read more.
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“Yes. Word spreads. Word gets to me. People say you give off bad vibes, that you’re unprofessional and have a… Read more.
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