Whatever you do, don’t call me Ishmael.
It is the most embarrassing name possible, the product of English majors desperate for identities more interesting than their lives as project managers for tech startups afforded them.
A tear rolled down his cheek, knowing that the tragedy of his life would never be told.
A cop parked her Explorer Interceptor by the bus stop at Nassau Road. The bus stop was full of syphies (moths).
They were so large and so many there was no room for us regular zombies. Our only option is to swim across the mountain and look for shelter.
For the House we once called Home no longer looks like home, but those I love are around me and my heart feels at ease although this time is anything but easy.
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