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Shooting Stars & UFOs
My empty water glass glowed red in the light of the clock radio, which read 3:12 am. After multiple trips to the bathroom and three hours of staring at the…
Posted inFiction & Poetry
Chew The Bones
Looking at the people that mingle around Nana’s home, speaking in hushed tones, I can think of nothing but my Bompy’s voice saying, “Don’t forget to chew the bones in…
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Death Is A Drag
Chapter 1 “Zara, did you put up the specials board yet?” Jodie Swanson asked. “I sure did. Did you remember to put up the Facebook Post?” “Oh, I forgot. I…
