Fiction
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 5
“I wanted to apologize for the other night… At the party,” Steel said. “I was way out of line with all that talk about gravy. It was stupid. Sorry about that.” Continue reading
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The Crowns of Pluto (5.)
I moved closer to one of the windows and pressed a hand against it. When I looked out onto the surface of Pluto, it was somehow no longer Pluto. Continue reading
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Mr. Kringle-go-Round
He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if he wasn’t even there. 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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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 3
He liked the way her mouth stretched out and showed off her big sparkly teeth when she smiled or laughed. They reminded him of polished ivory Chicklets. Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 2
He got out of the truck and went closer to the water. It looked like a mirror with the way the light was shining down on it. He craned his neck up to look at the ivory disk and then he just started to scream like an animal. Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 1
The party was to be held at the home of the mysterious Veronica Eyes. She had eyes that didn’t look human. They were orange, almost. He wondered what she thought of him. Continue reading
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The Crowns of Pluto (4.)
The trees were immense and varied, the works of genius minds and artists, somehow altered by chemical gravity to bloom quickly like a porcelain doll with animal organs. Continue reading
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Tecumah (End)
Two of the chairs were empty, but in the other chairs sat three dolls, all with cracked, odd faces and dressed in torn doll clothing. Continue reading
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Tecumah (2.)
“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking up at the wall and admiring this painting while we got baked to oblivion. Those sure were some good times.” Continue reading
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