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The Strays
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He didn’t much like his new job. He liked working with the old man even less. Not because the old man’s pores leaked bourbon and unfulfilled aspirations each morning; he could tolerate that. No, it was because he was the low man on the totem pole, and the…
Utterly Shattered
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Why must I feel so utterly shattered when smashed upon your jagged edge? Why can you not let me fall into the beautifully delicious pain that exists inside you – pain that has been waiting for me to find it for so very long? You hide such an…
Dark Monstrosities
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The alley is dark, but if I want to get back to the hotel before the heavy rains come, this is the fastest route to take. My shadow is joined by a second shadow, and I instinctively turn around to see who is following me. There is no…
Chance
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Carrie Ann woke when Chance’s wet nose nudged her shoulder. “Go away, Chance.” Chance nudged her again, harder this time. “Go lay down!” Carrie Ann snatched the blanket up over her face. Chance wasn’t taking no for an answer and hopped up onto the bed, rooting his face…
Pathogen
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Cleanliness is next to godliness. So I was ordained. I did not wish to realize what soon would become my mission – no, not at first. However, upon mahogany framed photographs, cabinetry and desktops and once brilliant sheens of glass, I glimpsed smudge laden impressions, shrilling so loudly…
Snipe Hunt
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Austin gave a nervous chuckle as he looked back and forth between his fellow Scouts’ faces, searching for a sign that this was just a stupid joke. The two older kids held his stare, unblinking. “You’re kidding, right?” Austin finally said. “No way. They’re real,” Eddy replied. “Nasty…
A Foul Day
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It moved! I swear on my mother’s grave I saw it move! Glancing up, I scan the faces surrounding the table trying to determine if anyone else saw the jerking motion. No one seems to have noticed; they’re all laughing and drinking, chattering away happily while waiting to…
Nine Lives
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The edges of the jungle dance to the tune played by the vibrant colors of the burning village, twisting, cavorting shadows interspersed with the unknown entities hiding beyond where no light will go. I know what lurks within the boundaries of the dense undergrowth. Most of what resides…
Lake Lurkers
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Martin Maddox wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and resumed hacking away at a particularly thick tree branch with his hatchet. He was halfway up his ladder preparing the large black spruce tree in front of his one level home on Lake…
LaLupa
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It’s that time of month again and rent is due. Evening is falling fast, drowning the city in dark hues of purple. I’m starting to get a little edgy, a little nervous, as I walk to work. Every night is my first night, every night is my last…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 