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Special Little Guy

The green led clock didn’t flash, it just changed.  The zero in fifty turned into a one and she noticed the layers of dust that coated the dark gray textured plastic of the dashboard.  She squeeze the steering wheel with her hands and fought back the urge to cry: the tears were about to well up [...]

Arsonismestnessly Part II: Not Dead Yet

There is a bridge that is covered in vines.  I am not there yet, but I know it is close at hand.  I remember walking this path many times.  There is a bend, where the aspen leaves always blow into the creek and where I have stopped many times to watch them flutter and fall [...]

1999

The snow crunched underfoot as they made their way between the worn gray wooden fences and the torcheire style lights along the path.  Fat white snowflakes lazily floated down in the still quiet between the tall pine trees and underneath the eaves and trampolines and decks surrounding the path.  They laughed and cackled as they [...]

Unenthused Apologist

Dusk had come and was fading, the firey rose and brilliant warm orange tones that belie the chill of evening, even a summer evening, were being over taken by the indigo and black of night.  A sprinkling of stars and the sort of suburban boredom that leads to two teenagers, too physically immature to shave, [...]

Protected: Chapter 3

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Protected: Chapter 2

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The New Tenant

Chapter 1: It has to start somewhere
WANTED: roommate.  Clean.  Teachable.  No firearm experience necessary, but if you posses your own machete a plus.  Ability to carry three stone of equipment during long treks required.  Direct all post to 5050 Archer Lane c/o The Mercy Arms.
The coffee is black and an acrid, slightly burnt taste [...]