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One-Shot/Short Stories
An on-going collection of my writings.
Glutton
In the outskirts of a small town in Wyoming, it’d always been so quiet, so peaceful. The wind’s cool breeze spoke of isolation, the perfect word to describe the Murphy household with one, and only one, resident to speak of while nobody else cared to and never will. In the end, it was only and always will be Tom Murphy. Tom Murphy had been sitting at the living room computer for a week straight now in the mountainous heaps of trash, scraps of discarded food, some scavenging, f
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Feb 225 min read
"The Stranger"
Blood. It soaked my gloved hand as I dug it into the dog's stomach. It stopped moving long ago, I just needed to scavenge. Liver was missing, lungs as well. Testicles were torn off-those sold very well. The ribcage was exposed and the intestines were laid about on the grassy plane. I pulled my machete out, dug the blade in the opening, and pried. Maggots. Lots of them. I pulled out my bloody backpack, unzipped it, placed it beside the corpse, and proceeded to stuff the maggot
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Feb 226 min read
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