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The Mountains Are Calling

And although I don’t remember why, or where I came from, or what waits me there, and I don’t think I want to, I must go.

Kendrick Lamar Is Dead

The people he left behind are dead. The people who will come will come too late. All he can do is his job.

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Want, Need

Mr. Morris wants a room unlocked in his house, but Marty is pretty sure he needs the opposite.

Don’t Rock the Boat: Pacific City

They followed the man with the white hair down the paved stones that wound its way through the private bungalows. Peggy had pulled the handkerchief she kept in her jacket pocket out and had it pressed up to her face. The scratches from the bark of the branch would heal pretty quickly, but the black eye and fat lip were going to linger. Aster was walking close enough next to her that their arms were brushing up against each other. After passing a couple of the bungalows Peggy took Aster’s hand and squeezed. They gave her a watery smile. It had never happened to Peggy, but she couldn’t imagine being possessed was a fun thing you could just throw off.

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Someone is Wrong on the Internet

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Had it Coming

An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind, but maybe satisfaction is better than sight.

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We’re Going To Be Friends: A Body of Thieves

At first, all he was aware of was his stomach being pulled up into his throat and the sickening, nauseating squeeze and roll it was doing. His heart was pounding to beat out of his chest, pounding so hard he could hear it in his ears even over the air rushing by. His ears and nose immediately froze and became numb. He was squeezing his eyes shut so hard he could see silent green fireworks blooming over and over and over. The panic and fear inside had become so absolute and so pure it had replaced every single rational thought with nothing but loud television static.

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Running with the Devil: Pacific City

This is how the phone call went: Aster: Hi, can you put Steve on the phone?

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Tale as old as time…

Subtle Pressure to Get You to Read Short Stories

I’m always consistently shocked when someone tells me they don’t like short stories. I know that doesn’t sound like a conversation that can come up a lot. I sound like some NASA douche at a party half-drunk on wine coolers and slurring at a friend of a friend’s neighbor I’ve managed to pin to theContinue reading “Subtle Pressure to Get You to Read Short Stories”