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The woman at the table looked up. Her eyes were pale blue and had no pupils. Tom and Emily were taken aback. They exchanged glances.

CRAIG'S EPITAPH WAS WRITTEN IN SCARRED TISSUE

I sat back in my chair, took another swig of bourbon. I began to laugh uncontrollably. A loud maniacal laugh. So loud the neighbors were poundin' ..

HENRY THOUGHT OF SOMETHING FUNNY

( 1 ) In the sun light, her hair shone a different color, almost a deep blue. Her skin, a bright pink. Her eyes, a glimmer of yellow. And in th..

THE SAME OLD STORY, OR IS IT?

NO FREEDOM'S LEFT.....

JUST AS THE STATUE OF NEPTUNE WAS MISSING, SO WAS HARDY

THE FUTURE OF WARFARE

OSCAR LOVED HIS SON TOO MUCH.