“Hunter of the Flying Monkeys” by Joyce Zigos
I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .
I sat in the car looking out the window and trying to focus on what I had just witnessed in the back seat of the van. It had started out as a simple day . . .
The body was crumpled on the floor. Purple blood spilled away, taking the shape of a crooked tree . . .
1.8 million Deaths. Chinese Nationals Arrested for Illegal Production and Distribution of Fentanyl in Nebraska. Borders of West Virginia Closed . . .
We get a lot of bad press, you know, and none of it is warranted. For years people have been writing about “The Satanists of Kings Park” . . .
M watched himself wake in a mirror. His hair was gone and electrodes circled his skull, their wires stripped and dangling like witch hair . . .
All truth is crooked; time itself is a circle. —Nietzsche
Had I actually just dropped Leland? The red-winged blackbirds seemed to think so. . .
I have two daughters, both over the age of five. I never expected to raise boys . . .