Creative Writing
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (2)

The man plopped down into a soft sofa of sand. The waves out there before him were at medium. They churned and rolled and fell, the water a dark gray with whipped cream foam on the edges. Continue reading
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The Moon Scars of Elysium (1)

“Age is just restlessness etched in the air. We just wait for the calendar to spin. We wait and do nothing. Lives once had meaning.” Continue reading
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All About Eggs and Life and Then Death

“She beat me with her soft white knuckles. They were so damn clean and tender and feminine.” Continue reading
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (3)

“Aw, come on, Lloyd. No one uses shoeboxes for shoes. What you got in them? Dope? Naughty pictures? Laughing gas for pre-coitus huffing?” Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 8

“Yes. Word spreads. Word gets to me. People say you give off bad vibes, that you’re unprofessional and have a salty attitude about life.” Continue reading
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The Incandescent Valley

“That Capitalism is a prison for most of us. Everyone should have access to the same basic necessities of life… For free.” Continue reading
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Asphalt Whiskers

He reached toward and took what remained of his hamburger and clutched it in his hand. He threw it at the woman as hard as he could, and it hit her in the face. Continue reading



