FICTION

Fresh Fruit for Rotting Corpses

Someone once asked me where I wanted to be doing when the end of the world came. I said: I want to be cooking. ***** It was easy to tell that she was fresh, her skin still supple, her lips not yet gray. She looked alive, the open wound in her neck with bits of […]

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FICTION

Seek Ye Whore

Students have been taking up this increasingly hard-to-find story, so I’m placing this here until my second collection comes out.

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