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Not here. Not here again. Waking up here (again) was like being pulled out of Hell and told you had to live again, but couldn’t change anything, and would end up in Hell anyway. The leaves were slick, or dripping, … Continue reading →

One day, Dad came in, and beat the crap out of all the villains. I don’t know how he had it in him; he always seemed like the pathetic kind of dad every kid is embarrassed by, but then, right … Continue reading →

Hearing the words from the sheriff hadn’t made anything more real than seeing it with my own two eyes. I had discovered him, facedown in the kitchen. I had rolled him over and searched for a pulse. I had touched … Continue reading →

The God of the Lost comes to everyone, at some point or another. For Jamie Doran, it was a few days after he’d been told his mother died of pneumonia, and that if he wanted, the Sheriff would take him … Continue reading →

“If I’d had any sense, you know,” he says aloud, a lifetime of other thoughts folding and unfolding inside his head, “I’d never have gotten caught up in that mess.” He says mess as though the word itself were dirty, … Continue reading →