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  Somewhere near Morgantown, West Virginia December 13, 1915   Ian sat behind the wheel of his Model T pickup, awakening from a brief sleep.  A steady flow of blood ran from his nose, down his forehead, and onto his bowler hat.  Nervously, he observed his surroundings and went over …

  I awoke to the sound of my phone vibrating on the bedside table accompanied by that godawful ringtone I still haven’t gotten round to changing. A cacophony that dragged me bleary-eyed into yet another morning. “Hello?” I said, my voice thick and gravelly, a reminder – along with the …

  It sat among the ravaged dishes clustered atop her dinner table—pumpkin, like the one she had in the oven. Excess heat had fissured its filling and charred the crests of graham cracker crust. While overcooked, a piquant but sweet aroma wafted from its weepy surface. Had it been there …

  The wind whipped across the wide city street, carrying bits of dirty snow in its wake. In the early-morning grey, the huddled forms of New Yorkers were already beginning to move – masked workers on their way home from the night shift, parents and their kids venturing out for …

  There are first and foremost 2 facts that the reader must be made aware of. 1 – Sylvia was the first conscious computer life form on planet Earth. 2 – Sylvia was a state-of-the-art toaster whose bread grilling was powered by a cutting-edge machine learning algorithm. I can assure …

  Tony posting grandkids pictures on Facebook, was how Nick found him. He’d accepted a DM about a friendly reunion for old times’ sake. “I’m old!” he texted. Nick was still going to kill him. Looking at Tony now, standing across from him at the end of the deserted Brooklyn …

  The knife was an unfortunate compromise, but Maria didn’t want to use a gun. A shot could wake the circus’s animals. Dealing with a pissed off tiger, or rampaging elephant, wasn’t how she wanted to spend Easter. Bobo the Clown’s trailer was next to the bearded-woman’s camper, behind the …

  Jack Kerouac once said, “Life is holy and every moment is precious.” Sam wondered if the dickhead in the black turtleneck felt precious with his face smashed against the countertop. Sure, life is damn holy, but he didn’t give a shit about this guy. Another fake-ass devil worshipper with …

  Captain Gordala the gluttonous! Captain Gordala the fearless! Captain of the high seas! King of the World! He could hear the people chant over cannon blasts and smelled treasures over gun powder. Twenty days at sea and his thirst remained tightly fixed to his throat like his saber on …

  I saw the diner from a distance as I was coming down the highway I’d taken as a shortcut across the desert. It was the first sign of civilization I’d seen since leaving the Interstate, so I decided to stop and grab a bite to eat before moving on. …