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Written By: Felipe Rubinstein Ortiz Deep in the woods bordering the west side of Faroe County, the ones that met Route 39 running southbound parallel to the Llanwelly town line, something large limped out of a cave.

Written By: Robin S. Bloom I told the guys, “ I better get my ass home, or I’ll have hell to pay with the Old Lady.” Just as I was pulling out, Donny stuck his head in the passenger’s side window and said, “If you go to Beanie’s, get this week’s special.”

Written By: Gregg Maxwell Parker The first thing I do when I wake up is let Grover out. Covers kicked off, early-morning sunlight through open curtains, I turn the ancient knob and walk to the living room.

Written By: John Sloan Mike Flannigan is sharing a bed with dead people. Bodies are piled on top of him on a narrow hospital gurney. His face breaks the uneven surface between the shoulders of two corpses.

Written By: Kevin Ramsden It was late on a weekday afternoon, and James was nearly two-thirds into his second beer of the day.

Written By: Dasia Brown Welcome to complete isolation, you think. This is what you’ve been looking for, what you think about all of the time.