The salesman, Devin, shows me another junker--dented fender, bald tires, and a crack in the …
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The salesman, Devin, shows me another junker--dented fender, bald tires, and a crack in the …
Continue Reading about Dealership with the Devil by Mary E. Lowd
I found Kerry sitting cross-legged on her apartment floor cutting electrical cords into pieces. …
I dug Rita up on a cloudy night. No one could see me at the back of the park under the trees. It …
Five of them approach, half-human monkeys we created for our amusement long ago, before their …
The knowing bard slipped into town, wearing a cloak of moonlight and a secret-filled hood. He took a …
It was daytime when the house first spoke to me. I ignored it, thinking it was a figment of my …
As a child, I didn’t realize that I could see the spirits of the dead. They always sat cross-legged …
The dreams started on the last day of September. At first, he couldn't remember them on waking. …
The town bustles. Smells. Sounds. Shouts. So many shouts. He hides behind the man with the …
"Would you murder if you could?" I hear whispered in my ear. This time it was not my voice. It …
The door was unlocked. Whether that was some sign of some Sinister Thing or simply part of the …
The elevator opens reluctantly to reveal the dingy fourteenth floor. What carpeting is left is …