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Jack Toast

A Chapter by Smackey

Wasn't a winter morning. Still, it was December when Jack Toast sprung out from the toaster. “Howdy ho, buffalo!” he cheered, and never..

Ensnared

A Poem by Fire&Ice

My little crumbs are scattered, on wax paper, I can feel them rolling,and taking over. Overseas, I see them dropto finished floors,spreading out like ..