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To Serve and Protect
Stop joking around! You can’t take pictures of them! It’s not a laughing matter. I know you’ve been out of the country for awhile but trust me. Photos, video, even voice recording will get you in trouble. They don’t fuck … Continue reading
I’m Here to See Wendy
“I’m here to see Wendy.” Sounds pretty innocent, doesn’t it? Shows what you know. I don’t know how I knew it, but I did, from a very early age. Somebody must have told me. Over at that combo gas station/taco … Continue reading
The Music
“Can you hear it!? Can’t you hear it!?” the old man would cry to anyone who crossed his path. He was a staple of the town, a part of the local flavor, a landmark even. Sure he scared some people, … Continue reading
Sarah
Sarah was running. Technically she was ‘running away,’ but there was no ‘away.’ Not really. Sarah had finally started to understand that. It had started after she’d seen that boy from school kill one of those dogs. She’d been up late … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla, Part 7
It has been raining for several days now. It rains often on the coasts of the Sorrows. In the town, the streets are slow flowing rivers of mud, through which a pack of children play by the fading daylight. Splashing … Continue reading
Update and Anniversary
So first and foremost, an explanation as to why two weeks in a row there has been no story. I have been super, SUPER sick since about the 27th of August. Doctor says it probably started as a cold that … Continue reading
Death on Sunday
Death and I play chess every Sunday. Not for my soul or extra time. It’s not like that. It’s just a friendly game. At 6 AM I gather my chess set, fill a thermos with coffee, and head to the … Continue reading
Slow
The man was slow. Not dim-witted; physically slow. He moved at a ponderous, deliberate pace which made performing any task quickly seem impossible. He was not old or fat or visibly ill, he simply moved as if this were the … Continue reading
Waiting for the Bus
John would feel so much better if he could read the language here. He knew a few words, and the cds he’d been listening to had taught him a few phrases, but he was still very lost. He had managed … Continue reading
The Tale of Ayla and the Blue Knight
[It’s high time I posted some more of the Tale of Ayla here. This is super skipping ahead in the tale, but it has been waaaaay too long since I posted something Ayla related. Please enjoy :)] This is the … Continue reading
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