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Category: Unreliable Narratives

The Moon Did It — That’s My Story And I’m Sticking To It

This all began when I was a kid — back when I used to think that the Moon followed me. I’d watch it pass through the clouds as my mother drove her aging sedan down the dark highways, always keeping pace with her erratic turns and speed changes … never falling behind. I’d watch it through the rear window, bouncing from treetop to treetop in time with my bounces in the backseat. Tagging along as the car leapt potholes and divots on the midnight country roads where we sent gravel and dust billowing out behind us.

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I’m So Scared Of You…

My brother is Officer Jake Swanson. He’d just graduated from the academy…only just earned his badge. He’d begun his first shift with his field training officer when about an hour in, responding to a call from a pair of campers, they went to that house in the woods. It was his first and last day on the job when he made the gruesome discovery that should be national news.

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Hey You! Yes You! Stop Being A Turd!

I would like to start by saying, there are a lot of bad people in the world, but I am certainly not in their company. I am a good person. I recycle, I pay my taxes and I donate to the LGBTQ Youth shelter downtown.

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This Town Is So Weird

As I walked, about two blocks up I saw him…the boy. I decided then to abruptly change direction, having heard from others that when coming across this particular child, it was advisable to give him a wide berth. He was climbing out of the sewers. It was abnormal for anywhere else, but par for the course in our little village.

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I Found A Body

My dog and I found a body in the woods yesterday. Actually…we found several.

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I Wonder What Nathan Is Doing Right Now

I wonder what Nathan is doing right now.

Nathan Wallows is my favorite singer. His voice is like a tormented angel pulled down to suffer in a tar pit. Haunted. He was fated to be trapped forever in my sticky black heart. Each song he sang resonated chords within me. It would be hard to convince me that each song he wrote and sang wasn’t written just so I could understand him better. That’s how much his body of work spoke to me.

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My Ice Cream Truck Came Fully Equipped With GPS And Tourette’s

I don’t like children which is unfortunate to my line of work…I call it work, but it’s torture really. If you are working a job that you hate, you always have the option of resigning…of opting out: of just deciding not to show up…

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The Crumbling Shack In The Woods

I think it is the nostalgia that brings me back now that my brother has died, to that crumbling shack in the woods.
Now that he is gone I have nobody left. I feel drawn back to that place to shed the grief that cloaks me like a second skin; I want to lay my sorrow there to rot with the rest of our happy memories, now long dead.

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