Like a Moth…

Like a Moth…

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He had always felt drawn to her, a pulling that he couldn’t resist. Like a moth to a flame. He loved her hair, it was like silk under his fingers. He could spend hours running his fingers or a brush through her…

The Mower (Short Story)

The Mower (Short Story)

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“Excuses? You never have nothing but more pathetic fucking excuses!” His voice was rough, slurring from the alcohol, even though it was only one in the afternoon. Bobby backed from the room, heading for the shed where they kept the mower. He…

Choice Cuts (Short Story)

Choice Cuts (Short Story)

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He licked his lips, the juice from the meat he was eating dribbling down his chin until it broke free and dropped onto the ever increasing stain on his old T-shirt. He smacked his lips, muttering “Yummy!” as his strong teeth tore…

Fear (Short Story)

Fear (Short Story)

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It was the kind of thing that would just stick in your craw. A thought, a fleeting memory that you just couldn’t quite get a grasp on. That aching feeling inside that turned into something a little bit fearful. Like you were…

Nightmare

Nightmare

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The nightmare was so real. It was coming every night. She couldn’t sleep and felt like she was about to break. Once again she woke screaming, choking back the sound as she realized once again that it was just a dream. The…

The Washing

The Washing

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She pulled another off the stack of washcloths, watching the bubbles rise up in the sink as she pushed the towel down into the hot soapy water. Rubbing yet another clean cloth over her shoe, her legs, until yet another cloth was…