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Bloody Murder
Terlingua, Texas
Sheri lay on the motel bed, her head resting on her arms,
watching a re-run of Cops. It was nearing midn..
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Loup-Garou
Let the
rage that flows
So
sweetly through my veins
The
poison of life, black as ink
Burns my
senses, frays my blood
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I stepped off the bus, swinging my leather bag onto one shoulder and made my way down the little path that led to the parkinglot beside the traintrack..
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I first set eyes on Hayford County as an orphan. It had a tiny population of 466 and was mostly made up of farms and stables surrounded by grassy fiel..
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"What the f**k do they think they're doing?" Linda said from behind me. I was busy with the slop bucket and my hands were covered in fish guts. I peer..
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He watched me with his vivid light blue eyes, his mouth pulled into a wide grin."This isn't a date" I repeated, clutching my cup of steaming coffee wi..
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Emery Fox sat at her boudoir peering into the three way mirror with glum satisfaction. The top of the antique cream table was scattered with assorted ..
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“Come on” Dom calls to me, trudging along the dirt road. He
is puffing on a cigarette, the smoke billowing out around us as we walk. He
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I wake up to another dull dayI'm alone, but that's the same wayIt's been for ages, since I was bornNothing's changed, I still mournMy baby was once al..
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