I walked into the darkness of the back room of my grandfather’s shack. The scuffle of my feet along the boards becomes a soft tread
I checked my bag and footlocker and we took our places at the end of a long security line. “So, I know we’re still in
Zula and Lula rushed the stage, as Bruno wriggled in the hangman’s noose. They drew their swords. From the wings of the stage, they were
“We need you to cripple him, Eddie,” said Ala. “What am I supposed to do, get him to masturbate on camera? I’m not exactly the
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“Your tears will be quenched. We will melt mountains with their blood. Their homes will be desolate. Their cities will never be rebuilt. They will seek death, but it will flee from them. We will shatter them.”