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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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Wrote a short new Twine game [less of a game and more a piece of fiction to navigate around]. It’s called How to: Handle a Male of the Species and it’s sort of ridiculous. As usual it contains a host of disreputable shit and delves into some vaguely kinky stuff, check the tags above to see…
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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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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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“…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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It’s not a cult. It’s a joy center. People come here to revitalize their chakras and— Ok, so it’s a cult. But not a scary, murder kind, more like a free-love, hippie throwback kind. At noon we drink tea and chant. By two p.m. there’s all kinds of fucking happening in the Sun room while…
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Half the class was asleep, but the teaching assistant was undeterred. He kept droning on about renaissance painters in the darkened lecture hall while slides flashed by leisurely from the projector. Kevin shifted in his seat and stretched his back to keep focused. There were a dozen places he would rather be and art history…
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Hugo made his notes in his tight script with a cheap black pen. Mark ignored him, staring down instead at his phone which seemed to chime or beep every few seconds. “Investors,” Mark said. His tone was fraternal, as if there were some shared understanding between them. “You know how it is.” “I’d like it…
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This is a sequel to The Interview which you might want to read before taking this one in. Nick took a deeper breath than he wanted to and a shallower one than he needed. He smiled and closed his folder. “Any questions?” he asked. One of the clients sat with his hands folded while the…
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Max hadn’t said anything for forty-fifty miles and Remy was starting to feel the silence clawing up under his skin. He made a poker joke and Max shot him a glare so withering that he let another fifty miles go by.