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Spike “Choose your weapon wisely…”

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A Cusperfuck

Cusp Noun A point or pointed end Astrology. The zodiacal degree that marks the beginning of a house or a sign. informal. A person born on the first day of a sign A point that marks the beginning of a … Continue reading

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My biggest fan sharing a glimpse of her Monday afternoon with me! She’s the only person in this world who has read my book from cover to cover, rewrite after rewrite, through poor grammar and a sea of typos. I don’t want … Continue reading

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On Creation

Prudent – not so much “We experimented with the biology of flora before we made any attempts to alter the genetic makeup of creatures on earth. We would sprout gardens of wooden flowers along the banks of the Euphrates; or transform … Continue reading

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Eckstein No.5

Fortune Raïsaic looted six more bodies on his way out of the graveyard but only found talismans and mementos of superstition, and those tokens had not saved their owners, so he left them untouched lest provoke their rotten luck. Throughout the … Continue reading

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The Red Gospel

Nearing the steeple of Sacre Coeur Basilica, Juno sensed a familiar personality coating the travertine stone. Do not be so shallow as to dismiss the notion that buildings too possess souls. Architecture is no stranger to personality. Hospitals are as easily identifiable … Continue reading

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Invasion of France – 1940

Territory A 1940’s marching song: Your land is my land – Your land is my land from the Ardennes woodlands to the Somme wetlands Surrender your trigger hand disband your dreamland or it’ll be a wasteland Just ask Poland — And the show goes on

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Broken pieces of the moon

…Pitiful symphonies defined each and every liberation. The frequency of dejected, lonely souls haunted Reuben Remus as he tried to sleep, and yet Terra remained cutoff from him. Within the vacuum of those lonely nights Reuben Remus found despair. He cut holes in … Continue reading

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Cold bones and hollow veins anchored Reuben Remus to the corner. He shrunk into the hardwood and cupped his ears to guard himself from the sadness around him. Panicked cries and frenzied shouts battered the outside of his window. Despair … Continue reading

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Vanishing Acts

“… Terra trusted that gravity would resolve the remainder of her task. And so it did… She kept Callimachus calm during that six-story free fall, providing his mind with the same weightlessness that his body was experiencing. The fantastic conclusion … Continue reading

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