What exactly did she have in that briefcase…. Lustful Weapon “What’s her name again? April?” “July,” Pike said snapping photos as she walked across the park. She didn’t look the […]
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You want to know what I saw, huh? Trust me. You’ve seen them. You can be walking to the bus, and it’ll be there, watching you from a sewer drain. […]
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Eponymous
Author’s Note: As I read through UA2 (again) last night, the story of Eponymous, Alex Abel’s bodyguard, and his failed love interest caught in my mind, and I had to […]
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Late… again
Mother Theresa at work —————— She’s late… again. She knows what’s coming; after the eighth time, her instincts are more accurate than an “Error Proof Test.” Her doctor can’t tell […]
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Night Walk
It was a nice night for a walk, until… It all stated when Dad deceided that Vera needed to take a walk. “She’s been working down in the Library all […]
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I’m Better Now.
No. Really. I’m doing well today, thank you, doctor Simms. No, no more dreams. I’ve gone almost three weeks without a single bad dream. I know, that’s my personal best. […]
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Dying on time
A slightly disturbing thing I wrote while I was lacking sleep. I’m not that great of a writer though… People die, right? There’s no way to stop it either. They’re […]
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My Father’s Strange Friends…
Bless the children. It *might* even help… Diary found at the scene of Horowitz family residence, near the decapitated remains of one ‘Mink Mawson’, a Marilyn Monroe impersonator. The whereabouts […]
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Happy Birthday, J.
Mother, do you think they’ll drop the bomb? — Pink Floyd (Mother, from The Wall) Plain notebook, man’s handwriting, found at the epicenter of the New Mexico forest fire, in […]
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First Encounter
A little battle, A little magick and a lot of blood. If it wasn’t for Bobby I wouldn’t be here right now. I probably, would of been down at the […]
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