Shadows Dance: Part I

**Shadows Dance** "No. No, this isn't right." But it was right, the evidence was staring Nathan in the face. The thin red fox read the letter again, hardly believing the typed Tahoma-style words. He hoped that reading the...

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Blessing

**Blessing** The people living in the little rural town of Blessing will tell you that their problems began back in 1953, when the MacGunn gang broke into nearly every shop there was and stole all that they could carry, painting profanity on the...

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Black Widow and The Tarantula Ten

Black Widow and the Tarantula Ten I loaded up my six-shooter, putting in the bullets one by one, knowing that the gun wasn't nearly big enough for what was coming. Jason cleared his throat, a clear sign of nervousness that I never liked. He was...

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You Can't Shut Me Up

You can't shut me up I'm in your head screwing with your wires Your followers know my name They know that you're a failure Because I'm a good listener You're afraid of me, and of what I stand for you're afraid that your glorious, eternal system...

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The Bombardiers

The Bombardiers There are often times in our lives when the world just throws us a bit of a curveball in an effort to get us to slow down, take things easy, and just let things happen. Sort of karma's way of saying "Stop this shit right now, you...

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What I Want

I want to surf the Great Barrier Reef I want to see the sunset in Paris I want to go skiing up in Sweden I want to kill Snooki and blame it on Charlie Sheen I want a lot of things I want to talk philosophy with John Wayne I want to dance with a...

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Gotta Love That Bomber

Gotta Love That Bomber It was the best standoff I had ever been a part of. Ten people were standing behind me with guns drawn, pointed at the heart of one little pus-bag who cringed in the corner of his bathroom, his rodent eyes wide with terror,...

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A Pocketful of Bombs

A Pocketful of Bombs Well, I really found myself in a pickle this time, salty vinegar juice and all. I was stripped down to my underwear--black briefs, very nice and applicably comfortable on a dry, sunny day such as this--with my hands tightly...

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What A Well-Made Bomb Can Do

What a Well Made Bomb Can Do "Hey kid, wanna make an easy buck?" I saw him standing there just out of the light, in the cold, musty shade of a dilapidated Laundromat. He was a big snowshoe hare, his fur mottled like an abstract painting with brown,...

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The Fuse to My Bomb

The Fuse to My Bomb I knew he was insane, even before my friends told me. Maybe that was what made me attracted to him, the fact that he was more twisted than a crazy-straw. We hopped over the fence and quickly crossed the park, as silent as a pair...

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Outpost

**Outpost** Fox was angry. He had been watching old video tapes and security records for the past six hours. Twenty minutes into the study his legs developed a cramp, so he stood up, which just made the cramps travel to a different place. He was...

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The Electric Eye

Whenever I look outside my window nowadays, I'm reminded of some lyrics from one of my favorite Black Sabbath songs. I think it went something like "and so in the sky...shines the electric eye...soon the natural king...takes earth under his wing."...

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