Some Grams from My Instagram (unreleased excerpts and other pieces)
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Pleasant World Book Day to You
Clearly, I’m going to use this opportunity to try and sell some books because self-employment is great and I’d like to maintain it.
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People often ask me how I manage to get by. The answer is that I don’t know. I just do things I don’t mind doing, sometimes things I enjoy doing, and if I get money in the end that’s an added bonus. So far it’s worked, but lately, in this cruel and exhausting era, I’ve […]
Read more "Other People’s Fantasies: Tyler Thurgood"Stranger Help | a short story
It was 2:48 a.m. when Tim realized he probably should have went out drinking with his friends rather than stay in on a Saturday, one night after staying in on Friday. Bored and unable to reach any of his friends who were too drunk or passed out to use their phones, he grabbed a book […]
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A dead deer in the shoulder should always be taken as a bad omen, and a reminder of how in an instant, life can be permanently altered—especially when you fly by the carcass at 94mph en route to New York City from Vermont. Unfortunately for Cal, he was passed out drunk in the passenger seat […]
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A man with a dented forehead, rotten teeth, and dark gray hairs scattered around a bald piece of head was the only person in the hallway near the entrance of Birchwood Terrace when I arrived with the Chinese food I was sent to deliver. His gray sweatshirt was covered in yellow and brown stains, and […]
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“I woke up nude, covered from my neck to my knees with an American flag. The room was dank, frigid, and smelt old. My body trembled from the cold air that had filled the apartment. With the flag draped over my shoulders and pulled tightly around my upper body, I made my way into the […]
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