Serial Fiction
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The Lobster Guy (Seven)
Truman took in a shocked breath and sat back in the booth. “You just blew my mind, my eerie lobster friend. There I was this whole time, rotting away in Neptune, Nebraska, breaking chicken necks and punching a register at some shitty grocery store. There I was, pining over a woman I could never have.… Continue reading
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The Lobster Guy (Six)
“We’re going to spend the day together. And despite your crushing heartbreak at the hands and mouth and other unspeakable orifices of that evil woman… We are going to have a good time. A very good time.” Continue reading
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The Lobster Guy (Five)
And what he saw there made his eyes spiral in angry madness like a psychotic clown. Continue reading
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode III)
“I’ve really been looking forward to this. I know it may seem strange to you that I’m so excited about bread, but sometimes being a commander in the Evil Empire doesn’t allow a proper balance between work and a personal life.” Continue reading
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Mingling With the Savages
The parched, rocky landscape flew by me like a desolate nightmare. The sky so gaping wide, churning blue and cream. Continue reading
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The Chronicles of Anton Chico (The Monarch of Devils)
Off to El Paso I went to El Paso. It was some summer of love and it was hotter than Georgia asphalt in July. But this wasn’t Georgia, it was Texas. I was afraid my little old Nissan would overheat in the middle of nowhere, but it did not. It made the trip faithfully. Four… Continue reading
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode II)
The Unexpected Meeting When things had quieted down and most of the other stormtroopers were settling into the barracks for the night, Karl retrieved his secret cookbook from its hiding place and snuck off to the communal kitchen to bake bread. He rummaged through the cabinets to gather bowls and utensils and pans and all… Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 4)
The Nomadic Mind I’m not sure if the woman in the pink bathrobe had just hired me to kill her husband, but it sure felt that way. And if that was the case of the case, she was getting it for a bargain. But there was no way in hell I was killing her cheating… Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 3)
I rang the doorbell again, but was I really expecting a dead woman to answer? My thoughts had gotten ahead of me once again because the door slowly opened. Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 9)
Rude Rudy squirmed in the chair in the office that smelled like sterile, dusty discipline. Across from him seated at the big important desk sat the stodgy principal, Mr. Simon Falcone. Continue reading
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