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Jason was sick. He’d been living off of vodka and McDonalds for twenty-four hours and he felt miserable. He gazed deep into the brown cloud of vomit that…
Jason was sick. He’d been living off of vodka and McDonalds for twenty-four hours and he felt miserable. He gazed deep into the brown cloud of vomit that…
Thanksgiving at the Walken home. Turkey, cranberry sauce, stuffing all ignored. Piled high on the plate of the patriarch: Pillsbury. crescent rolls, dinner…
She stood in front of the full length mirror, examining her body. She weighed only ninety pounds, yet she still felt fat. She noticed the way her skin hung…
Eyes glazed with a joy he hadn’t felt in years, Micah perused the selection. The trunk of Greasy Ed’s ‘77 Buick Skylark, primer orange and replete with rust…
He could feel eyes on him as he made his way back to the table. Sitting down, he felt slightly more uneasy as the look on his wife’s face may have been made…