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Eric awoke to the sound of the rain pounding on his second floor loft window. Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, he tried focusing on the clock on the night stand to rid his mind of the horrific images plaguing his sleep for the past three days. They were always the same, his dreams, fire, brimstone, blood, screaming, followed by darkness and finally the harbinger. With his never wavering message, “It will come for you.” Eric sighed deeply and smoothed back his curly black h...

Eric awoke abruptly to the sound of the rain pounding on his second floor loft window. Confused and breathing heavily, he focused on the clock on the night stand to rid his mind of the horrible nightmares that have been plaguing his sleep for the past three days. They were all the same, his dreams, fire and brimstone, blood and screaming, darkness and finally the messenger. His message never changing either, “It will come for you.” Eric sighed deeply and smoothed back his curly b...

  MY TWO DADDIES   Hi, I’m Tommy. I’m six years old and I have two daddies. Here is my Daddy James. Here is my Daddy Tom. I like Daddy Tom because he has the same name as me. Grandma says I am the luckiest boy in the world because I have two daddies and most people only have one. We are a happy family, and my daddies say that no matter what anyone says, they both love me very much. I’m in Mrs. Hernandez’s kindergarten class at school. She is very nice. At rec...

MY TWO DADDIES Hi, I’m Tommy. I’m six years old and I have two daddies. Here is my Daddy James. Here is my Daddy Tom. I like Daddy Tom because he has the same name as me. Grandma says I am the luckiest boy in the world because I have two daddies and most people only have one. We are a happy family, and my daddies say that no matter what anyone says, they both love me very much. I’m in Mrs. Hernandez’s kindergarten class at school. She is really nice. At recess, Bobby c...

Dry County Thirst. It’s late, about three or four thirty in the morning. He doesn’t really know, nor does he really care. It had happened again. The thirst had overtaken him and now he lay in the dark cold night shivering like a scared puppy. He had passed out. That much he was sure. Opening his eyes just enough to catch a glimpse of his surroundings. He couldn’t see much, and it hurt his eyes to even try to see more. Giving up, he closed his eyes tightly and continued to lay there, comatose ...