Misfits
Part Four
The man, the dead man, was sprawled out on the forest floor. Shiloh didn’t feel sorry for him, he was a monster. There was no hate though, no anger. He used a lamp, one with a heavy brass base. He meant to kill with the blow. No doubt there. He was going to kill Shiloh and lock the door and leave and...
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Horn fur fang and bone
blood and sinew
sand and stone
Watchers of the shy
Daughters of the fire
Sentinels of the wood
Denizens of the sea
Come now together
and hear my plea
Thoughts and prayers are worthless
Hope and shit weigh the same
Send me bullets and courage
let the bodies of fascists stack up like cord wood.
Misfits
Part Three
Shiloh hated scenes like this. Why couldn’t he have just had his drink? Most did. Why didn’t he act slow and cautious when he arrived? Most of them did. Why did he have to come on so strong? Why was he all hands the second the motel door closed. Some of them were clumsy, fumbling, some acted like virgins themselves. Not this...
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Misfits
Part Two
Shiloh tried to turn away from the moonlight, trying to point out the man without being seen. It would be worse if Wendy saw. It was always worse.
“Wait, quit trying to turn around, let me look at you.” Wendy was already coming closer, reaching out, being mother.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you aren’t. That’s why this went sideways didn’t it? What did...
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Misfits
Part One
The man was alone and terrified. He was leaving a trail of blood that Shiloh could smell, much less see in the moon light as it ran along the leaf litter floor of the woods. Worst of all, for him, he wasn’t even trying to run anymore. He was holding onto his side and grunting in pain. He was trying to hide...
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Dry Fire
Part Six
He found himself walking through the house once again over to the sliding glass door that lead out into the backyard. At first it seemed like the least worthy, least feasible, certainly least comfortable spot. Then his mind did its careful arithmetic. Would the realtor have to say anything about a shed in the backyard? A shed that could easily be...
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Dry Fire
Part Five
He let the revolver dangle in his hand and started to get up before he realized he still had his finger wrapped around the trigger. “Great, good job, ya moron. Blow a hole in your damn foot that’ll show the cancer, really show her up too.” He mumbled to himself before he laid the heavy thing down on the nightstand on...
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Dry Fire
Part Four
This crap is going to interrupt those plans.
He was coming home early, on her day off, so he could convince her to get all gussied up, so they could go to that sea food place she likes, the one where they pretty much charge you a service fee just for walking through the door. The sort of place reserved for...
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Dry Fire
Part Three
The truth is, he never really looked at anyone else. Everyone has stray thoughts sure but really, when she was already driving off and there was no one to yell or say Barry? to, that was what his mind settled on. The lies he was busy telling himself to make himself feel better. There was never anyone else, there never needed...
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Dry Fire
Part Two
Thankfully he was loud enough that they heard him coming in. Knowing what they were obviously doing was bad as it was, he couldn’t imagine actually walking in and seeing it. No really, he couldn’t even try to imagine it. He didn’t even want to picture himself doing it. At a certain age, sex becomes an act you engage in solely...
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