I couldn’t sleep last night again. That damn celler door wouldn’t stop bangin’. I wish Sam would do something about it. He knows I don’t sleep to good. But Sam say’s they’re better if they’re scared. He say’s it just makes ‘em taste better. I don’t know if that’s true but they sure keep me up nights.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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