Tennessee hadn’t looked at the porch screening long before she started to see the faces. They were distorted, grotesque, like the masks from that one episode of the Twilight Zone with the rich family. They became more distorted as the gray screening began to sway, threatening to cave in on himself. Taking a deep breath,…… Continue reading Looking Out My Backdoor
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The Body
“What should we do with the body?” The body in question looked like a bald chimpanzee, lying on the floor, his arms and legs splayed out, dark brown blood pouring from the gaping head wound, his brown eyes lifeless, his mouth agape, bearing fangs. The blood-stained salt lamp that had ended his life laid a…… Continue reading The Body