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When I was young, I played with toy guns
Around the block outside in the Florida sun
I had a plastic AK and a shiny revolver
With orange caps on the barrel so no one at all would
Mistake it for a real piece, but it’d be all good
Cause who’d think they’d be robbed, murdered or assaulted
By a little skinny white 8 year old boy, like it was...
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*Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's "The Cask of Amontillado"*
The circle of wolves can be nearly silent at times, but when Will and Dwight approach for the feeding, the snapping of unfed jaws and the shaking of chains could awaken the entire countryside. So up to the moment Dwight draws his pistol from the back of his waistband and p...
I've nearly typed out 20,000 words over the last two weeks for my most ambitious work of prose yet that will be over 100,000 words when complete. This work is high fantasy with steampunk influences and I'd rather not summarize the context. Instead, I've chosen some standalone excerpts to share. Enjoy, and I welcome all feedback.
America, your poisoned tea, you’ve lost your grip on irony
Fascist thugs amassing in the streets, their flags read “don’t tread on me.”
No quarter, no, no amnesty, for desperate child refugees
And it’s the bullets from the guns you sold down south they flee.