Tag: Fiction
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Ms. Grundy and the Bone Ghosts (4)
Allison Grundy stood in her front yard behind the safety of a white-picket fence and a grouchy demeanor. She had binoculars set against her sour face and she was watching the chorus of children playing out in the street and the neighboring yards. The song of stimulating play played up and down the roadway. “Damn, Read more
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The Cowmen (Two)
The town’s name was Sudan and there was a smell of animal dung and sawdust and perfumed whores in the hot afternoon air. Read more
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The Morbid Mind Correctional Facility (2)
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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. Read more
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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.” Read more
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The Harmonious Calliope Fortune Machine
But then again, maybe she’ll get gunned down in the cafeteria just as she’s about to dig into her fruit cup. Where are the peaches for justice? Read more
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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.” Read more

