by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
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Crazy Little Thing Called Death
by Lenny Levine Vera Antonelli had never felt so happy, and so homicidal, to see anyone in her life. “What the hell is the matter with you?” she yelled at Simon Clark as he stumbled into the control room. “Why are you so late? We’re on the air in twenty…
Passing
His ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember’d in thy epitaph! –– Shakespeare By Michael Keith Professor Emanuel Doople had taught at Marligold College his entire career — 47 years, to be exact. He was well liked and respected and did his best to meet his students’…