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"Drink up," Marco said, shoving a Burger King cup into my hands before I'd even buckled my seatbelt. "Tonight's gonna be epic, big Eddie..." "Gaaah!" I said after a small sip, swallowing bitterly. Marco's pre-game cocktail tasted like six parts vodka to one part Red Bull. "Where we starting the night? Black Star? The Velvet... Continue Reading →

A Storm on the Rise

The final load of pine planks clacked together, and Dewey Ingram sauntered toward the cab to retrieve the bungees. The truck bed was loaded to the max and would require careful driving to prevent a disaster on the farm roads. Load secured, Dewey inhaled deeply and took in the sky. A storm was coming, the... Continue Reading →

A Host of Problems

"So? What's the verdict?" "Still can't taste shit," Darren Sinclair replies grumpily. He glugs down half a glass of water then shovels in another forkful of spaghetti.  Evelyn conceals a moue of distaste as she watches the noodles slurp into her husband's mouth. His chewing is louder than usual. Beast-like. Droplets of red sauce fling... Continue Reading →

A Call for Help

When his gas light came on with a ding and small flare of orange light, Lane Malcolm's anxiety skyrocketed. Having your ex-girlfriend text you in the middle of the night that she was broken down and desperately needed your help was one thing; getting turned around on dark, empty backroads while your cell frantically searched... Continue Reading →

The Interview

Harrison Boyle had his first interview in two months, and he was running late. He felt as though some invisible force was purposely attempting to thwart him at every turn—prevent his arrival. That's how bad the morning had been. He forgot to set his alarm, spilled coffee on his only pressed shirt, stepped in dog... Continue Reading →

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