It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Ev’rywhere you go… There wasn’t much holiday cheer going around the mean city, but there never was. Just another holiday, just another workday. Lindsay reached down to cup the fat bastard’s balls before he came. She knew he was going to, by the way his jelly bowl …
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Charlie’s Stones By L.R. Bonehill
There was a white glare on the garden; crisp and glittering. The blizzard had started around dusk, unexpected and fierce. Snow snapped and spun in the moonlight; fell in whipping sheets to coat the ground inches thick. Keep on reading…
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More Than Once a Year by Lee Davis
Simon’s uncle gritted his teeth, grunting as he hauled the deer’s carcass across the threshold, uncaring of the snow that blew in from the storm outside, or even the streaks of blood that trailed behind the slain doe. Howard stared dumbly, without any emotional response. Keep on reading…
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Carollers by Ross Warren
“Bloody carollers,” Reginald Crump muttered as he trudged through the brown slush that coated the high street. “Clogging up the streets… and don’t get me started on that screeching they think is singing. Used to be folk knew how to hold a tune.” He entered Martin’s News and picked up a copy of the Daily …
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