Zachary McCoy
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I was born in a jewish Hospital in Cincinnati in 1992, and that's the closest I have ever come to being one of God's chosen children. I write when I can, since most of my time is taken up in a 45 hour work week.
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The Printing Press
Zachary A. McCoy The scalding hot plates slipped easily from the hard plastic rack into Herbert’s hands. As he caught the dishes he mindlessly folded them like a deck of cards. His body mechanically swiveled around and placed them in a stack ready to be carted in the dining room. Down the line, Franny was scrubbing a metal pan covered in egg to no avail. Finally, opening the window above her station, Franny threw the dish out the window. Metallic clangs could be heard as eggs and metal skittered across the nursing home parking lot.
By Zachary McCoy5 years ago in Horror
