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Couldn’t help but wonder . . .
Saw those shots of your girl today
the ones you just posted -
her limbs drawn long,
just like her mom&rsquo..
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A somewhat Memento-style reflection on the life of one man. In his golden years, one man considers the worth of a life, and wonders why someone would..
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I saw Old Lady Sevenblood put a hex on the whites-only fountain over by the bandstand today, when she thought no one was watching. I should probably r..
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Prologue
The Girl feels warm, secure; her veins run slow as if with chamomile and a familiar song plays to her from somewhere far away. Is she in h..
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Kris was feeling vulnerable as he crossed the state line. He had his music player blowing out the playlist of favorite road tunes, his acoustic i..
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The Charger rolled quietly into the parking annex beside the Arts Building. It was really a special day, weather-wise. Spring had sprung. It was on..
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The Sword and Scales: Your on-line repository of crime and justice
Issue 1.13
Greetings from the Underbelly, loyal reader.
Well, it seems that..
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Kris was rattled, like really rattled. “Are you alright?” Detective Kennedy asked, “You look a bit unhinged.”
“A bit..
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Detective Kennedy rapped on the office door. Kris whispered at her, “What am I supposed to do?” She mouthed back silently, “Just ..
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Kris sat down in the booth; or rather, he slumped down into the booth. It was made of plywood and had a high back. The slightly rickety table was c..
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