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A Story by ben
"We need to make camp.” Taking a half step back in squaring her shoulders, he says to her, “I am not him.” Once said, he leaves her ..
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A Story by ben
Being on the lookout for any life as far as critters go, she
draws him in by saying, “Usually Chester makes a fuss about having a stranger arou..
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A Story by ben
Being on the lookout for any life as far as critters go, she
draws him in by saying, “Usually Chester makes a fuss about having a stranger arou..
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A Story by ben
"Word of you being on the road has touched my ears.”
Deep are her eyes drawing him in to where his mouth is working
in telling her, “..
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A Story by ben
"Not from these parts, are you,” she says to him. Taught
never to lie, turns his head in that common way. “Thought so,” rolls out a..
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A Story by ben
“Are you on your way to the fair,” rolls out like two neighbors
chatting over the fence that has him skipping ahead to what used to be co..
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A Story by ben
Walking by the once functioning farm, eggs and a slab of ham
smothered in applesauce roll in and out of his head. Faced with dealing with his
body f..
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A Story by ben
post world.
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A Story by ben
The charred remains of what was a small fire, tells him that
the man he is after, was here only days ago. On one knee, he goes to stirring the
burnt..
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A Poem by ben
Do you remember,
Hold me and never let me go.
Of how around our feet
What world had, crumbling.
Each piece, unsalvageable.
The bitt..
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