Death Head Grin, Deb Eskie
Reuben was a good boy. That’s what everybody said. They said that when God made him, he made the best.
Death Head Grin, John T. Carney
Fred Murray stared quietly at Sandy’s pale, bloodstained face before he loaded her into the dumpster by Poppa’s Burger Joint.
Adrian Ludens, Death Head Grin
I settled into my customary spot on Mac’s lap and watched a road-weary family of four pile out of a dusty Suburban and trudge toward the shop.
D. Bruno Starrs, Death Head Grin
As his lips drew away from hers a glistening thread of saliva connected the two like a gossamer tow-line.
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