Short Stories
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (1)
“You’re rebellious,” the girl quipped. “You kill based on random conspiracies without any factual basis.” Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (1)
The first thing that Mary O’Shea did as she drove away from the old Grady place was light a cigarette. She cracked the driver’s side window and exhaled. The wind sucked the smoke away. “Crazy old bitch,” she said aloud to herself. Continue reading
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A Proper Breakfast Though Alienated
I cut up some of the sausages and ruptured egg yolks with the pieces and then ate. She studied me as I worked my mouth and then swallowed. “It’s much deeper than that. It goes into her crazy dreams and her longing for real love. She has a very complicated mind.” Continue reading
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The Toast Technology of a Chicken Maniac
He unlocked the front door of his square apartment that reflected the colors of a pumpkin patch and went to take a warm bath with bubbles of a rainbow sheen. Continue reading
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The Breath of Los Angeles
Glenda began to cry. “You don’t throw a burrito at someone who loves you.” Continue reading
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The Outlandish Dapple of a Carnival Creep
She opened her eyes and gave him a look like a snapping whip ferociously forced forth by the wrist of an ancient cowboy. Continue reading
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The Potion Maker
She smiled. She had big teeth that sat like aging tombstones losing their footing on the well-wormed ground of a spooky cemetery. Continue reading
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The Tire Shop Space Lord
“You take care now,” he said, and he moved toward the door and went out of the building and into the remains of a blustery day like a vibrantly psychedelic Saint Winnie-the-Pooh. Continue reading
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Pascal’s Banana
“No… I’m going to go home and try to talk some sense into her.” Then he laughed. “I’ll whip out my powerful burrito and convert her back.” Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 4
“These are my best ones,” he said, and he leaned forward and spoke quietly even though he didn’t need to because the shop was otherwise empty. “What color were you looking to paint these bastards’ mouths with? Huh?” Continue reading
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