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The story of one writer hurdling that which plagues us all

The new dog on the block and the park outcast become fast friends

Stranded in open water. Need I say more?

A detective working the graveyard shift discovers something deeper and darker than six feet deep.

A lone gull cries out Ship’s mast fades on horizon, Salt tears follow old tracks.

Lone tree on long path, Weary traveller pauses, Takes respite in shade.

The Joker gloats over a defeated Batman

Thank you Dallas Green, The Lonely Life is the life behind these three lines.

Ch. 1 “Yeah kick that p***y’s a*s, Mike! F****n’ little b***h!” Gabriel wondered, P***y? B***h? Who are they talking abo..

When the world goes dark, do we really want to go back into the light?