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Baby Tongue
It scorched layers off his Lingual Papillae. A mere thirty seconds for the microwave to bubble his mac and cheese into molten lava. He gulped water. Efforts… futile. Tongue screaming. “You okay?” She smirked. “Hot,” He replied. “Seriously?” “Yes….” “Baby tongue.” “Hush.” “Want milk, baby tongue?” “No…” He had warm cranberry juice. No need for milk, ice, or… — read more
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Turf 1.1
When the most powerful gangs in NYC mysteriously fall, causing a chaotic power vacuum, a small-time clique in Brooklyn fights to protect their turf from gangs, powerful crime syndicates, and corrupt policemen and politicians in a lawless, apocalyptic, alternate timeline 1980’s New York city. — read more
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Joshua’s Moon
I approached Joshua with caution. We were in a twenty floor high rise overlooking the FDR Drive. Joshua was having an intense episode and dangerously near an open window. “Where’s Joshua?” I discreetly pulled the syringe from its case. “Can you get Joshua for me?” “He’s resting,” Joshua calmly answered. “Wake him.” Joshua faced me.… — read more
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Assassins Curse III:”… slippery edge.”
Part I Here Part II Here She licked the venomous gloss from her lips. Swallowed hard. It’s done. Now it was her turn. To die. To set herself free. The negligee she wore was literally to die for. Red and glossy all over with a candy coated sheen. She was a heartshaped box of chocolate wrapped… — read more
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Scale Lord’s Victory
She stomped on the demon’s chest. Used the leverage to dislodge the divine spear of E’lees from its belly. The Demon’s breaths were shallow. Its crushed rib cage slowly rising and sinking beneath her heels. Its long, shattered wings flapping wildly as if trying to escape its broken body. The Demon spat in her face. “Finish me, insect!” She… — read more
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Cold Dinner
He vehemently stared at the screen. Technopathy failed. Nothing creative or profound had materialized in his thoughts or Word Processor. His muse was an unsurprising no-show. Why waste inspiration on atrocious writers like him? Right? “What’s up?” She asked. “Suffering.” He typed a paragraph. “Food’s getting cold.” “Cool.” He deleted everything. “Hurry… Eat.” She rested a full plate between them.… — read more
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Ghoul’s Night Out
She perused the menu of the expensive, five pentagram rated restaurant. A posh, dark ages style torture room decor with stunning views of the unholiest realms. Perfect for their Ghoul’s night out. “Let’s see it,” Bestie demands. She reaches her ring hand across the table. Bestie closely examines the gem. “Two trapped souls?!” “I know!” She shrieks.… — read more
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Jack and Cake
He remembered my birthday. Nobody remembers my birthday except my mother and Facebook. I scarfed a piece of my shortcake and washed it down with my nightly medicine. Straight jack out the bottle. No ice, no chaser. Dark. Strong. Painful going in especially when I take it to the head. Heavenly for my body, short… — read more
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Assassins Curse II: “She’s everything…”
Read Part I here. His insides were bleeding. Deteriorating organs. Malfunctioning brain. Heart. Lungs. Fading. Half paralyzed. Never felt this way before. Weak… Falling to pieces… In love. So in love. He’d escaped from the trunk of an old car. Gutted two watchmen patrolling the area. Kept one alive for questioning. Head cloudy. She used something potent.… — read more
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“Ilana’s call”
Ilana frantically searched for her car keys and taser. She was an hour late for her tattoo appointment with ‘Freeze’, the only tattoo artist capable of drawing Buttercup and Blossom. See, Freeze was an ill-tempered and impatient drag queen with switchblades who moonlighted as a bar-tending dominatrix at a bar frequented by homicide detectives. She… — read more
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