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Cormac

I felt the heat most on the bridge of my nose and on the fat pockets under my eyes. Even through the windshield of the van, the sunlight made me squint and turned the top of my hair as molten as its color. Knowing I wouldn’t need the gas for Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago
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Man-Maker

“What makes a man, Abra?” The sound of Master Rim’Fain’s fingertips tapping striking the desktop was like the beating of five little war drums. Too anxious to speak, Abra sat dumbly in his seat across the desk as the Master’s fingers continued to pound. Outside the schoolhouse, he could still Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago