The Rock and the Redeemer by Mark Joseph Kevlock
The Rock and the Redeemer by Mark Joseph Kevlock Redeemer smiled beneficently. That was all he ever did. The son of a bitch. He was sitting in my office wearing that goddamn robe of...
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Soul Candy by JN Powell
Soul Candy by J.N. Powell Condensation dripped down the side of Anton’s cocktail glass in alternating reflections of chartreuse, teal, and violet. The bar’s ambient lights transitioned among the three shades in a sad...
Writer’s Camp by Frederick Foote
Writer’s Camp by Frederick Foote Oh, I know you. I know the language of your face and the taste of your spit and the smell of your shit. I know you Kaden, your odd...