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DeathWatch II No. 97 – I am proud of you, my only son.

This is Issue #97¬†of DeathWatch, Book II: tentatively called Heart Of Ilona, an ongoing Serial. Click that link to go find DeathWatch, the first in the series, or start from the beginning of Book II! Happy Reading! PREVIOUS * * … Continue reading

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2 Responses to DeathWatch II No. 97 – I am proud of you, my only son.

  1. Emily says:

    Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh been so long since I’ve readddd it. Now I gotta start from the beginning again so I get a fresh start.

  2. Victori Rhode says:

    Whoo…. always chilling to read the thoughts of psychopaths; Exosus always makes my skin crawl. Poor Preclaris.

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Who walked with me?

Along the creek, between road and road, down where the forest floor became an overlapping valley of mossy fallen logs, drawing a strange scar through the rolling landscape, everything rendered emerald by the sunlight pouring through the canopy. You weren’t … Continue reading

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A Story About Fishes

One day, Tiri went down to the pond alone. She took the bag of crusts her brother always got to carry (fat sister fingers can’t throw the bread far enough, ha-ha) and she was gone faster than anyone realized. Pa … Continue reading

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(Prompted) One Touch

The first time it happened, she was seven, small, frightened of the twelve-year old who’d seemed like a God as he advanced on the smaller, younger kids who’d been occupying the swing set. Khasi was kind, gentle; he would have … Continue reading

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World-Destroying

Jesse’s face goes slack. He is four years old, and he has bashed his little thumb with his father’s hammer, banging tenpenny nails into the hood of his father’s car. When his father sees what he’s done, he picks the … Continue reading

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