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Grave Yard Sale – Short Story
“But we don’t have money for plasma.” The old pre-owned wifey-poo was spouting off about the fuel gauge on the pre-owned, self-driving Oldsmobile flyer. They were both staring at individual paper checks each received that day from the Department of Not Wanting To Work, totaling four thousand smackeroos in unemployment wages. Ernest grabbed a fruit…
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Red Tiger – Short Story
A shrill voice echoed in the mist. The beast had come, like it had so many times before. Windell saw the open-mouthed fear in the tribesmen and stayed eagerly behind them, clutching his Snider rifle as they pushed through the brush, thick jungle leaves over their heads. Leaning down he tried to see through the…
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The Golden Hoard – Short Story
“You’ll end up dead like your daddy.” That’s what grandpa said about the living room. He could have chosen nicer words at least. Nathan’s grandpa wasn’t nice though but he had a lot of cool stuff or “junk” as his mom called it, all throughout the house. The clutter in the living room was at…
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Cutting the Crap – Short Story
“I got the good stuff. The good stuff that’ll peel your eyelids off and strip away your ego. You’re living in a fog. The world is much more colorful than you think. Lift the veil, man. Lift the veil.” Charly was practically hanging off the toilet bowl, reaching under the stall to jingle the mini-fermentation…
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Bugging Out – Short Story
It’s hard being alone all the time. Especially before the giant bugs, when most of the human population wasn’t dead, starving, or being eaten alive, when they only cared about their own lives and were indifferent to everyone else’s. Harry had initially bought the cabin to be away from people and hide out in the…
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Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 10
A singular thought passed through Cody, like a constant wave. “Have to get away. Have to get away.” His emotional state worsened with every passing parked car or perhaps by the increasing speed with which Ms. Cunningway drove. Despite his annoyance at her voice, it was a nice day out, sunny and bright, except for…
Karl Kirkpatrick 