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In Genre on February 9, 2012 at 12:00 pm

My New Year’s resolution is to make an honest living, which means I have thirty minutes to complete this job.

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In Genre on February 8, 2012 at 12:00 pm

They called it the deathless one, a collective of dark matter that lived in a void between realities.

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In Genre on February 7, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Five years can seem like ten or even twenty when every night something bad can happen. You dig your trenches and hope for the best.

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In Genre on February 2, 2012 at 12:15 pm

A long time ago before men walked the earth, Carrefour, the god of the cross-roads, fell in love with Erzuli, the goddess of beauty.

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In Genre on February 1, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Immortal Astarte, I have written this dispatch to record the war with the Hive Folk.

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In Genre on January 31, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Mopping the lingering vomit from my lips, I headed back to my ride.

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In Genre on January 30, 2012 at 12:00 pm

She sucked in her gut, and walked away, ignoring their guffaws.

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In Genre on January 27, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Peter jerked his head back, dodging dirt his mother threw from the garden below.

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In Genre on January 26, 2012 at 12:00 pm

The Blonde Ghost drifted into Dr. Grayface’s lab, phasing through an alloy wall.

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In Genre on January 25, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Things began to look a bit grim the day me cock fell off.

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In Genre on January 19, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Captain attempted to open his oversized grasper.

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In Genre on January 18, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Broke into Jean Barlow’s bedroom when you were fourteen and she and her husband were on summer vacation.

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In Genre on January 17, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Broke into Jean Barlow’s bedroom when you were fourteen and she and her husband were on summer vacation.

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In Genre on January 16, 2012 at 12:45 pm

“Funer als are not fun,” I replied, wig gling into the seat, find ing the worn out spot where my bony ass belonged on these long dri ves south to my grand par ents’ defunct farm.

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In Genre on January 13, 2012 at 12:00 pm

No, that’s not true… people don’t shout at chairs and scenery doesn’t have a butt to pinch.

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