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Lamplight
We shouldn’t have stayed out this late. When we get to the bit of the street between Warren and Harris, stay close to me, and stay in the light of the lamps. Only stop when you’re right under a lamp … Continue reading
The Firepit
I killed Jeremy, but not the others. No, I’m…I’m not pleading guilty or anything, ok? Self-defense then. Well look at me!? Look what it-he did to my leg! And Susan! She’s ok right? But she’s gonna be… … Ok. When … Continue reading
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Holding Hands
I don’t really remember how I found it, or why I felt the need to stick my hand inside. Curiosity eclipsing good sense I guess. I may have been high. I still go back sometimes if I’m high or really drunk, … Continue reading
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Andrew hadn’t been looking where he was going. Instead, he had been checking his phone. He had an important meeting later that day, and somebody had just txt’d him a slight change in venue. Same building, different room. It seemed … 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
Will and Paul
He was forgetting his own name recently. No, that wasn’t accurate. It was more accurate to say that he was forgetting which name was his. He thought it was Paul, then he thought it was Will. He was certain it … Continue reading
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Anglerfish
They’re like anglerfish. I’ll be the first to admit that this book is awful. Evil wouldn’t be the right word, as evil implies an agenda, and I’m not convinced it has one. I think the book just wants to be … Continue reading
Good Scotch
Carl would say, in his own defense, that no reasonable man would have taken such an offer seriously. Carl did not, and he considered himself a reasonable man. He accepted only because he thought it was the opening to a bar … Continue reading
Recreational Exorcist 