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When the door opened I naturally turned to look. There stood the vision I had looked for all my life. As she walked to the counter I knew my dreams had been answered. No one could look this good and not be perfect in every way. I smiled, she fell to the floor dead.

Lyle

Old Bill

Everyday Old Bill would go fishing. He would fish from sunrise to sunset. On the way home from school we'd stop by where Old Bill was fishing. I'd ask him if he'd caught anything. Old Bill would say, "Yes." Then I'd say how big. Old Bill would lift up his one and only arm and say" That big!"

Kimberly

ANTICIPATION

return to the game . . . memories floating within the cleansing clouds transmitted through salt and sound, seep into stretched veins swollen from the pressure of stinging gauge. plastic hands force chilled hardware through the flesh of her, the undead, while whispering wired voices offer solace to ease the consciousness into a dream on purple magic.

elliott