The Tramp – Part Three
Dystopian Short Story The tramp walked slowly around the table, fingers twitching on the handles of his blades as adrenaline entered his bloodstream. “Samantha, please keep your voice down. I’m not going to hurt...
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Dystopian Short Story The tramp walked slowly around the table, fingers twitching on the handles of his blades as adrenaline entered his bloodstream. “Samantha, please keep your voice down. I’m not going to hurt...
Free Verse Story When I died, I mean when they killed me, there were no bright tunnel lights, no singing angels sitting on fluffy clouds strumping harps, no rough necked thugs, no heaven and...
Serial Fiction Novel Because of his fast mouth and his intimate connections with one of the most powerful families in the industry, the Butcher’s opinion soon became to matter. He could tell people...
Short Story Scowl-face stifled a laugh as I pushed past her and out the door, whose bells jingled cheerily and ruined my exit. I opened the car door and my mouth to explain...
Serial Fiction “That’s creepy.” Maura thought the same thing. Well, actually, at first she thought that she was crazy. But then she realized that the ‘incident’ was so in keeping with the rest...
Dystopian Short Stories Trent Coy was a man of 20 by the time the Tramp came knocking on his door. The young man had worked hard and fast. He already was married and had...
Serial Story Running, running, running, bile rising at my throat’s base, I paused to panNJt with my friends. Genises’ finger pointed out the running, screaming, scattering people. They were ducking and wildly fleeing,...
Short Story My fingers touched the old door, and I pushed. It swayed open with a long creak, breaking the silence, sighing after finally being opened once again. The dusty light from the...
Serial Fiction Novel They became best mates. The more comfortable she got with him the more she stuffed her soul with corruption and sunk into the bottomless pit of vodka. Even with his help...
Serial Fiction Story Joe’s father was a man who excreted elegance; he was the type of person that one would believe leapt out of a militaristic myth and into the real world. Joe’s dad...
Serial Fiction Story Water flowed over me as I lay in the pool. Drinking it up, I quenched the dryness in my throat and felt energy returning to my fragile body. My mind calmed,...
Serial Novel After the pig slaughter the Butcher picks some of the best cuts and cooks them the same day with onions in the pan. Wine is customary. In his case the bitter chemicals...