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I’ve loved tinned ham since the first taste.I’m holding the can we’ve saved for weeks and look at Dad. He’s sat beside the campfire, either not interested in the ham or pretending not to care, but I’m already licking my lips in preparation. There’s a twinge of guilt as I yank the ring pull and peel the lid, but we agreed this can was mine and I don’t want to share. The stomach pains have grown over the past week, and the emptiness now twists and contorts my gut.When I was a young girl, I used to flat out refuse it. Mum would try and try to make me eat it because she loved it, but it never wor...
Transfer Station
TRANSFER STATIONSeconds after the ball hit bottom and Dana and Leslie Stayman had shared their new year’s kiss, they heard the shotgun blast of Willie Wilkes. A native of West Virginia and colleague of Dana at Towson College for three decades, Willie had purchased the home three houses down and inherited the shot gun the owner left behind.“Well there goes Willie; it’s official, time to turn in. You coming?”“I’ll be right up; I just want to check my email.” Stayman entered his library, a room he had designed himself with his large desk in the middle and shelves of books covering all four walls...
The Orb
“You believe in alternate realities?” Chavis asked his long-time buddy Claude, skeptical of all the alternate dimension nonsense. He was stroking his short, brown curls through his plump fingers. “I do, yeah” Claude replied. “I think it’s not only possible, but likely.” He had his chin tiredly cradled in his palm with his fingers rubbing his bottom lip. His shaggy raven hair swept to the side.“I don’t know, man.” Chavis said after a moment of thought. “If there are alternate realities, why haven’t we found them yet? Has anyone found Ambrose Bierce?” He said it like a joke but meant it.Claude ...
Night Vision: Remembering the Future
I’ve been to such a place so unimaginable, that even after sharing my experience, you would not be able to fathom what I have seen, felt, or witnessed. But…this is my attempt to share with you what is beyond. Beyond comprehension. Beyond what we’ve been conditioned to believe to be real or fake. It was a Wednesday late afternoon, November 18th to be exact. I finally arrived home after a long day at work. My feet are throbbing, I’m starved, and ready to crash. Eat or sleep first? Those were the options that faced my evening. I could barely think of anything but my bed. Welp! That was that! I th...