Least Valuable Player

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Micky pushed open the front gate and looked around the yard. There were pink begonias blooming in flower boxes on either side of the stoop. They were fat-petaled, lovely. The garden surrounding the house was healthy, too: roses, tulips, even a few clutches of impatiens here and there. Micky climbed the stoop and dropped his baseball bat…

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Friction Series: Kennel

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This is the second entry in the Friction series. This series is designed primarily as a heavily eroticized alternative to some of my more plot-driven work. If you like this series and want to see more of it, let me know in the comments.  Warren, the agent, had a big white smile and tweezed eyebrows….

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Friction Series: Close Quarters

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So this is the first entry of a new series of stories called “Friction.” These are pretty much just self-indulgent spankbait, designed to showcase my pervert id and arouse me without paying too much attention to inconsequential things like making sense.  Angus Mesner woke up ten minutes before his alarm, climbed out of bed, and…

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Salt & Scale

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I. The boy had no name when he came up the mountain, dressed in the tatters of another life. A bald, smiling monk carried him the rest of the path up to monastery to spare his callused, bleeding feet. The monk and his brothers gave they boy bread and watered wine. They asked him what…

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Shell, Continued

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Read the first part: here. Troy had to leave eventually. As much as he enjoyed spending time at the lake with me and his newfound friend—whose name Troy decided was Marvin, after the cartoon martian—there was school and responsibility and his mother waiting for him in the city. As appealing as it was to be…

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Cut to the actor

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Adam has an ass that I swear was sent by god himself to torture me. I know you probably won’t believe this, but once upon a time I was a good kid. I went to my hebrew lessons for my Jewish mother and collected the names of saints like baseball cards for my Irish-Catholic father….

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King of Zombies

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Ty’s Burger King crown is askance on his head and he calls himself ‘King of Zombies’. The summer sun has baked him to terracotta and only the uncooked skin at the waistband of his cargo shorts is paler. His pockets are brimming with bullets and his sniper rifle sits across his lap. He strokes it…

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Until The Moon Turns Black

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As a new game, Alix hid inside of the painting of a brilliant young artist, forcing Avis to rip him out. The painting, unfortunately, could not be spared. Alix liked to force his other to destroy beautiful things. Avis was wroth, but his anger was like a river, wild and untamable only to those who…

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Junkyard Dogs

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“…your father—bless his soul—kept a clean home and I won’t have it tarnished by some whore’s fatherless seed running around…” Janice screamed over the slam of the screen door as Jason stomped out of the house.  Will awaited him on the front lawn, but wouldn’t meet Jason’s eyes when his friend looked at him. By…

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The Prince & The Dragon

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The brave Prince Egbert of Glass Lake had scaled the heights of Sharpe Mountain, fought the undead horde at Selcie’s Downs, and restored no less than four princesses to their rightful titles before setting out to defeat the Dragon. “It will be the capstone of my nobility,” he told his brothers, each an adventurer in…

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