November 4, 2020 | Fiction
In Ram Corpse
Christopher Notarnicola
"He slept among a pile of used truck tires ..."
"He slept among a pile of used truck tires ..."
For as long as Mark could remember, he had wanted to save someone from a wolf. He had wanted it to happen in a specific way. Peculiar even.
Song: “Seventeen”
You can’t skateboard over road work. But you can wipe your bloody hands on your jeans; blood doesn’t look right going down a drain. Later you see a twenty dollar bill on the
Not knowing was better than being disappointed. If I didn’t know what TGOYI meant, it could mean anything.