“You’re not the teacher,” Billy stated with perfect certainty. The gray haired woman said, “No, Billy. I am not your usual teacher. I am your…
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“You’re not the teacher,” Billy stated with perfect certainty. The gray haired woman said, “No, Billy. I am not your usual teacher. I am your…
Leave a CommentI think he passed out when I picked him up. I am not sure what I expected, but certainly not fainting. After all, how could…
Leave a CommentWhat was actually in the kitchen was far more unexpected.
It was Satan. Actual hooved, horned, Satan. Flames at his feet, smelling of Brimstone. As in, from Hell.
And I don’t mean Ohio.
Leave a CommentWhen I was in college, I answered an add in a local free newspaper. It looked honestly too good to be true. “Small Tasks, six figures. Call the number to apply.” I was behind on a car payment and working in a 7-11 third shift, so I figured what would be the worst that could happen?
Leave a CommentNotes: The story below was a response to a writing prompt on Reddit. I present it here only a little polished. It may appear in…
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