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On a Helicopter
Elsa had passed out. Usually she doesn't pass out during sex, but today was different. She had met Dr. Brown and wanted to introduce him to her way of life. The streets of Saint Louis were her sexual playground, her office if you will. She has no family, most of them were killed in a meth explosion. Even though she's from St. Louis, she looks the part of rural Boone County tweeker.
Today she awoke under the awning of the defunct Kiel Opera House. Squirrels and rats kept her company in her cardboard refuge. Business was low, so the curb it was for her. Today she was to lure a rich trick. Maybe a lawyer, maybe a doctor, she didn't care, she was in debt. Before she looked, she injected the biggest load of heroin she could. She wanted to have a good time today.
Around the corner came Elsa's chance. Dr. Brown, a physician with a propensity for Asian call girls. His shift had ended and he walked to the awning. He too had a rough night last night, his stay at home wif
Sloppy Purple Puss
The young man loved his fruit. He loved any kind, it didn't matter, but his favorite was grapes. He would pick them from a small white bowl on his countertop. Big and small, it didn't matter. He picked one up, ate it and picked another. Underneath this layer of grapes, a monster grape emerged. It stood up, shot a laser at the young man and burned him to dust. The heat of the laser had also popped the purple murderer. The cremains of the young man, amidst sloppy purple puss, showed no signs of how brave the young man really was. His final moment was a good one.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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