“The Fall” by Nathan Ward
A riderless horse clopping with hungry purpose down the block was not such a rare sight on that part of the West Side then. . .
A riderless horse clopping with hungry purpose down the block was not such a rare sight on that part of the West Side then. . .
These punks sure picked an appropriate place to play at the apocalypse . . .
Reading is fundamental. It is also free at the public library, making it the activity of choice for mothers of young children everywhere . . .
As Chessy slowly approached Thomas’s house, he offered up his usual fervent litany: that Thomas’s mother or father wouldn’t answer the door, and if they did, the strained, obligatory small talk would somehow be less excruciating than usual. But fortune was smiling on him this evening—Thomas was perched right outside. For now, at least, the parents could be avoided . . .
We huddled around the card table last night, scheming about dusting outta this joint during the morning bus trip.
Norman drove towards his home town of Sycamore, Missouri. It was about sunup on a Sunday. He had been driving for many hours.
Little scientists my ass! Left alone for a few minutes and they managed to do this.
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