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    “Our Plasma Soaked Valentine’s in 1D” Chapter 3

    “Billy, you are telling me Billy is the son of ‘The Miner’.  My boyfriend is the son of the local boogie man and somehow over two years this you know never came up?” Ash did not seem to take the information lightly.        “I can’t tell you that Ashley.  But I can tell you that is what the paperwork says and can tell you based on my math, about a 99.9875 percent probability that it is correct.  Ask TJ.” Kincade responded as honestly as he could        “TJ?” Ash seemed to be begging for a certain answer, being sure she would not get it.        “He is who you think…

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    “Our Plasma Soaked Valentine’s in 1D” Chapter 2

    Thursday, February 12, 1998        Two young women, Tina and Ash, are driving down the road in Ash’s Nineteen Ninety-Eight Mitsubishi Diamante.  Both are talking a million miles a minute about everything and nothing trying to avoid the bringing up the fact “The Legacies” still included Nancy, but that they would not be contacting her, for reasons they know and you will come to learn.        “So you trying to tell me you think the killer is the Miner from way back in Nineteen Seventy-Three?  After not being seen in twenty five years he just crawls out the mine tonight, coincidentally on the anniversary of his disappearance?”  Ash inquired incredulously.  …

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    A Blog that isn’t A Blog but Really a Call to Action for those Under Threat

    “Rule #1: Believe the autocrat. He means what he says. Whenever you find yourself thinking, or hear others claiming, that he is exaggerating, that is our innate tendency to reach for a rationalization. This will happen often: Humans seem to have evolved to practice denial when confronted publicly with the unacceptable.”—Masha Gessen (New York Times Review of Books, Nov 26, 2016) “It’s easier to fool people than to convince them that they have been fooled.” -Mark Twain “You don’t fight Nazis because you expect to win, you fight Nazis because they’re Nazis.” -Chris Hedges “When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.”—Sinclair…

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    The Legacies of Salem in “Our Plasma Soaked Valentine’s in 1D”

          Writer’s Note: This Story takes place in February 1998, the previous story took place at the end of December 1992.  This story takes place five years and two months after the previous.  Somethings may seem out of place or contradictory to established facts but every oddity or apparent continuity error will be explained over time. Except this first part with the Miner which takes place back in 1973, for reasons.        Clang!  Clang!  Clang!        How long has he dug?  Has it been hours?  Or Days?  In the dark, time passes different, buried alive under tons of rubble, it passes very different.         Clang!  Clang!  Clang!        He could…

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    Money report for Jan

    It’s that time of month again, the first Wednesday of the month and we get to break down what we made as a very small press company. But first let me tell you about a few things that we have in the works here. First thing is that our newest anthology is set to come out March 14th. Legends of Camelot: Tales of the Round Table. We are also working on a charity anthology for women’s rights that is so very personal to me, not only being a woman but because of my past. You will get to read more about that in the book because I am writing a…

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    Chapter 5-The Last January

           “Exsquueze me? A baking powder?” Tina exploded with a mix of shock and anger “You going to explain that shit or just drop the bomb and peace out.”        “You heard me, I’m going to blow the school up.” Kincade made sure they understood that he was not joking.        “Well fuck Cade, you care to give us some context here or are we to assume the worse big guy?” TJ inquired.        “You been making an “Ass” out of “U” and “Me” for like five tears TJ why stop now?”  Kincade let out a rumbling low laugh “No man, you know you should never assume anything in life.”…

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    Chapter 4- The Last January

           Crimson stained the sharp edge of the blade.  Blood, still viscous enough to be fresh, had not yet gotten tacky, the kill was within the last few minutes. Tina stared in amazement as the blood dripped from the blade into a quickly spreading pool at Miss Darabont’s feet.        “Get yourselves off the floor kids, the machete isn’t meant for you.  Damn pit-bull went nuts on the horses, was trying to tear em apart.  Kincade is round back with Cyd cleaning the mess up, was the damnedest thing.  We were just sitting out back having brunch when he he rushed the fence and started to go after them”       …

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    Chapter 3- The Last January

           Tina ate her apple pie, still warm and crispy, in silence as she stared across the Plymouth in amazement at TJ as he was finishing off his Big Breakfast, having already put down the Egg McMuffins, with hash-brown added of course.        “So we going to talk bout this shit or what?”  Nancy cut to the chase and asked the question they were treating like the pink elephant. “We all three apparently had dreams..nightmares…” the words probing for a response, which the unspoken acknowledgement  on their faces gave her the confidence to continue. “…now it has to be more than a fucking coincidence that all three of us had…

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    Chapter 2- The Last January

           Nancy Craven loved the way the cold warm water felt on her cold naked body.  Not in a perverse way, though it hitting certain areas didn’t feel bad if you know what I mean, just in a god damn this is what being alive is about kinda way.  After not getting her beauty sleep that much lately, the shower has become her sanctuary.  It is the one place she can be alone and unbothered by all the bullshit she calls her life.        THUD THUD THUD.  Pounding on the fucking door at exactly the right time to make her a fucking liar.  Well played God well played.  THUD THUD…

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    Lessons from Our First Anthology

    Embarking on the journey of creating our first anthology was an exciting and daunting adventure. As a creator, I’ve always found joy in storytelling, but curating an anthology taught me lessons I never anticipated. It wasn’t just about compiling stories-it was about telling a whole story with short stories. It was the hardest thing I ever done in my writing career so far. Here are some key takeaways from the experience: It’s Not as Easy as It Looks From the outside, creating an anthology might seem as simple as collecting a few stories, editing them, and publishing the final product. However, the reality is far more complex. Each step—from conceptualizing…