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November, 2014Bit by Bit
Cheryl McAlister She enjoyed foraging in the folds of the man’s dingy robe. She would crawl up to the place just under the rolls of his neck to find hidden delicacies. Once she tried scratching under one of the chins, but this caused him to bellow with laughter, and it frightened her so that she ran down the side of the recliner and hid behind the food take-out boxes. Sound came from a large box in front of his recliner, the flickering and noise had been there since she was born... Read more... The Patchwork Girl I and II Zack Miller In the bed lay a rotting corpse with white hair, missing the cartilage of the nose and most of the upper lip. Stitches crisscrossed the entire body. “Is that you, Lydia?” the corpse said. “I barely recognize you in that get-up.” Lydia had full body makeup applied, like a spray tan, only green. She wore a black leather jacket over a miniskirt and torn fishnet stockings. A necklace designed to make it look like her head was sewn on completed the ensemble. “It’s what everybody’s wearing,” she said... Read more... [ Review ] |
