The Sunshine Diner pt. 1
The Sunshine Diner Up Interstate 93, straight into the depths of The White Mountain Forrest, is where New Hampshire really becomes thick. There, the deer and moose crowd the brush, […]
View ArticleA Short Story, In the Near Future
It all started about 8 months ago when Billy joined our commune (as they call it). He was a tall, blonde haired kid. About 17 years old. He was an […]
View ArticleThe Way The Day Smolders
A little piece of steel punches down through the paper, feel it shake a little. A big piece of steel punches down through the metal sheet, Hell, it shakes […]
View ArticleDown the tracks
We walked side by side down the railroad tracks, my friend and I. The cold wind bit at our faces as it swept by, my scarf flapping in its grasp […]
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