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Clown Car

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Cuddles, you go first. No, you go first, Stinky That’s Twinky. Not when you had beans for lunch. I was hungry And this is a little car The crowd want a...

Bigtop Bulge

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So, you see, I’m really quite worried about your health. Have you been feeling fine? Oh, healthy as a horse, you say? (I guess you shouldn’t have eaten one.)...


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Eunice sniffed the milk carton left on the counter and wrinkled her nose, swallowing hard against her rising gorge.

Riding the Train

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Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy. The route passed through seedier parts of the city, so I took to people-watching to stay ale...

What's a Dwaithelord?

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Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers. Traditionally male, Dwaithelords are honor-bound to defend their...

A Quick Tour of Social Media for Writers

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Part of the writing game is marketing (talking about your work) and publicity (getting others to talk about your work). And that generally means using social...


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Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself.


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Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches. The old dog’s hips didn’t quite have the elasticity for a proper sit. He more or less squatted a...

Piscans Interruptus

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Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus. Finally, some alone time. It’d been too long since he’d taken hol...

May Reflections — Part Three

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So here we are at the end of another month— a busy one at that. I turned 42 and supposedly have the answer. I’m here to tell you that the question still elud...


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Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts. I tense as the sting turns from bliste...


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Peter wanted a smoke. It wasn’t so much a physical need as an emotional imperative. After all, he was three years old. Fucking gypsies.