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The Memory Detective
You’re waking up in your car in a Target parking lot on a Sunday.
Hammer
Taste of new moon—creamy, cellophane-tinfoil shiny
A (Backwoods) Noir Moral Parable About Death
You catch yourself staring at the clock waiting for 5, the start of your 4HL. “Don’t look at the clock!” Your elementary school wrestling coaches’ raspy voice rings out from the catacombs of your memories.
The Home Front
The dimly lit figure raised its arm, holding an iron shaft, and Collin shot him twice.
Blinkpoint
Man, this republic is fucked
Inspektor Zig
Inspektor Zig is an existential detective.
Ain’t the Girl She Used to Be
“It worked last time. Quit your bitchin’ and get on with it.”