Monica's place was no joke. Built with wood so fine it would make even the…
Continue ReadingNostalgic Nightmares by Joseph H. Stryker
I was young then, playing beneath the palm trees. “You're dead Angel,” said Frankie while…
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Monica's place was no joke. Built with wood so fine it would make even the…
Continue ReadingI was young then, playing beneath the palm trees. “You're dead Angel,” said Frankie while…
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