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Blood Hunt – Beth Murphy

oh to be a simple child! to dream of the things thought minutes before sleep or read in the hours before the head hits the pillow. mother, father, home—no trace of fraud. three boys, porte, marte, and sid, all born on the same day, with mousey hair and infinite blue eyes. piano, sports, math and languages, they grew into skinny builds and fevered voices. inconsistency crept its way into their homeschooled knowledge.

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Kecked Out – Bibles Appropouture

I’ll start by stating that every word is going into the book. “The book?” I hear you asking. “What is the book?”

I stand before you, just as curious as anyone, looking to God as my witness, asking what the book myself is not; and let’s just say that it’s everything about me that you’re ever gonna see. Manwell knows what I’m talking about, and that’s part of what makes him so great.

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The Things that Went Through my Head While Conveyering Screw-on Eyeballs for Mantella Corp. – Ryan Bry

(Inspired by ​Modern Times​).

Kid, kid, kid. Everything’s for the kid. The kid, I mean my boss, my husband, my son. “Mommy can you twist the arms in? Mommy, will you do the taxes for us? Mommy I spilled Fava! Juice on my shoes!?” The humanity of it is fine. We need. The big kid in the sky toots on. It’s the humility n I wasn’t born a humble girl.

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La Habana – Eduardo Paz

They had made the crossing in a little over fifty six hours despite the many forces that worked against them during the journey. The ancient diesel engine that seemed to have been forged in the age of the Templar had failed them twice during the second night, and the subsequent talk of a fuel filter that should have been capable of screening 10 microns per thousand instead of 100 only confused the ship’s captain who knew nothing of the mysticism involved in coaxing an engine to do man’s bidding.

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