Short story
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Humidity – synonymous for hell
I’m a little done with being sticky all the time. Or only being able to go for a half-hour run before I’m convinced that the air I’m breathing is really just transparent sludge. But, in an effort to not wish away what remains of the summer, I’ll ignore it (or more likely, just shut up Continue reading
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Mayday!! I missed May Day
So, for whatever reason, I’m a huge fan of stories and tales involving the May Queen. To the point where I’ve written (and humbly been able to publish) my own. There’s just something about the idea of the personification of spring, or any season for that matter. Because, in the eyes of the horror world, Continue reading
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