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Murdered Paper Napkin I was murdering my paper napkin. The thickness in the air and the darkness in the sky were growing by the second. He sat ..

HARVEY HATES the PRESENT Harvey didn’t like the twenty first century. In fact, he hated it. He hated the way that kids were attached to thei..

The Controversial Story On her thin, elongated neck, the carnelian-drop necklace looked like raw blood dripping in clots. The metal tips on the e..

Autumn The sunlight looked like frost on the new, lime green leaves of the oak tree on Gordon Boulevard. It reflected off of the windows of the sh..

Chapter One – ˜ The Riot A bird flies overhead. My eyes follow it, and suddenly I feel myself being drawn in to the feathers that are so..

Pie The police office was new to me, like so many other things I had encountered in the past month. I looked over at Shay and sighed. He smil..

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