The sky’s on fire and she’s got a bad song stuck in her head.

The car hums like a big hungry cat as it skims across the desert on a foot-high cushion of air which smells faintly of ozone and lilacs. She reloads her guns and leans out the passenger-side window; the cops are still hot on our trail, but not for long.

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ManBearWolf

Legend has it that there was once a creature so awesome and epic that whenever it opened its mighty maw to roar, volcanoes would erupt, tsunamis would break the coasts, and the earth would tremble. But this was no mere creature, for it was part man, part bear, and part wolf, and went by the name of ManBearWolf.

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Touch

Jules fingered the curl on her cheek, so pale below the light eyes, still of lash, directionless or finding infinity.

But her lobe burned his finger tips, a door on fire warning, don’t look at the bruising neck adorned simply with a rope.

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Home is the Sailor

Lost and lurking near the harbor after dusk, dark gray hoodie and heavy laden, he slips then stumbles headlong down the waterfront, landing in a tumble against the pier. Slowly, straining, stretching, pulling from deep within his burden and tucking around his legs, remnant of a cast-off navy blanket and crust of earth decide his berth.

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Writer’s Block

My heart pounds in my chest as thoughts of bankrupting my family and being homeless fill my head with terror and my chest with pressure, all because I quit my job to follow my dream of writing full time.

I never realized a blank white page could shout fear enough to make my hands shake and hope enough to make me dream.

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