“When it was over, there had been a small amount of poison left that Lucy kept on a cocktail napkin on her shelf.”
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Technically, I could go outside. But I have no money, and very little gas in my car.
When first I sat down, it was with the intention of beginning an adaptation of “The Most Dangerous Game.”
“There’s gurgling in my head when I close my eyes.”
“I don’t know what Joey is thinking about before that lightning bolt hits him.”
“And her freckles converging like traffic with the sudden slight smile that appears now, and the nape of her neck like some alabaster vase God dammit.”
You know how you have that friend you see just once a year because that’s all you can stand them? For us, that’s the Banshee.
It’s like a literary journal! Holy cow!
The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles had finally done it—they had killed Krang.