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The Friday Fiction | Squid McFinnigan

Excerpt from Honeysuckle Lane Frank’s palms slipped on the steering wheel. He was in a full panic attack now. Was the car following or not? His eyes flicked constantly to the rear view mirror. Hunched up over the… Read More

The Friday Fiction featuring Jason Parent

Something Alien Home. The word evoked peace. Its manifestation conjured more. In a rigid landscape, frozen yet alive, home meant salvation. The modest clay walls of her adobe were arms held aloft in the promise of a welcoming… Read More