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Malcom and MeI met Malcom when I was roughly four years old. He came to me one evening after supper. My cousins were there so I paid no mind, though I was bored. After my cousins left I paid him attention. "Who are you? You must be new. I've never seen you before." I said. He grinned and nodded. I supposed he nodded about that he was new here. "Malcom!" he chirped. I guessed that was his name. He was kind of cute. For a gremlin. For a person, hideous. He would do as a companion until I made one when I went to school.Malcom and Me
The next day I didn't really expect him to be there when I woke up but I looked for him anyway. I found him sulking in the corn
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Blood Red TearsThey used to call me crazy. They don't anymore. They really can't, I suppose. They're gone now, dead or broken, strewn across the shattered lands, or lying in the streets choking on their own bile. Perhaps they regret what they said to me. It doesn't matter much; the feverish rantings of dying men concern me little. In the end, whether I was or am crazy is irrelevant. I'm alive, and they were swept away.Blood Red Tears
This apocalypse didn't need four horsemen, only one. Plague. Ironic that we could only be stopped by a thing infinitely simpler than ourselves. I saw a picture of the virus before the televisions went off forever. It was indescri
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UntitledI knew it had to be done. I just couldn't stand to look at him any longer. His hands in those dirty overalls of his. His face covered in chocolate. And he had this big grin with one tooth showing. It was his only tooth, I knocked the rest out. Little brat. He just looked at me cross-eyed. Mama says I did that to him too, when I slapped him on his neck when he was eating. So what if I did? I hate the little snot.Untitled
I felt the bat in my hand. Its wooden handle felt rough against my skin. I guess he thought we were going to play because he had the ball and his glove with him. "Toss it here boy," I yelled at him. He threw the ball at
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