We knew each other since birth. We started dating in high school. We got married after college. We had lots of kids. We raised those kids well. We retired from work. Our kids grew up. They graduated college, became successful and took care of us when we got old. We held hands every day in the retirement home. We died at the same time, holding hands. They buried us next to each other. The chemicals from the factory spill brought us back to life as zombies. We ate all our children. We slept in our coffins when we got full.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Chop Chop
I was running from my ex girlfriend. She was chasing me through the restaurant. “Come on Eddie, you always wanted to know what our secret ingredient was. Now that you dumped me, I really want to show you,” she said, smiled and lunged at me with the knife. She missed. She threw it at me and hit my neck. “I’m sorry, honey, we just weren’t getting along,” I said before falling to the ground. “Chop chop,” was the last thing she said to me before I passed out. She then cut me up and served me as a side dish!
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Devil's Opponent: The Root of Evil Manifesto
The Devil's Opponent: Root of Evil Manifesto Chapter 1 Raven Grimm was a rather funny, but handsome man who owned a magic store in the big city called “The Capricorn”. It was his little slice of paradise and a good reason for him to stay out of working at a fucking job which would just end up making him “just over broke”. He had such a feminine face and long silky white hair that spoke of many years of wisdom that he wore down around his shoulders. He looked so much younger than he really was. He was what you might call a femboy or at least that's what he preferred to call himself. Born on February 18th, 1993 in Minneapolis, Minnesota. so currently he was 33 years old, but looked to be in his twenties still. He was perhaps the most available bachelor in his area and yet no woman or man would touch him with a ten foot pole because of a cursed ring he could not take off. It was silver with a great black diamond set into it. The diamond was so dark and dense it felt as if it were absorbing the energy around it and to his knowledge it actually was. He hated how heavy it felt on his hand. It felt like an overpriced slave collar. He cursed the woman who put this on him night and day, but to no avail she never seemed to return to him. He looked around at the shoppers in his store and saw one pick up a tarot deck out of curiosity. He was meaning to teach classes on how to read them, but lacked the energy to invest in such a project since managing his store took up what motivation and energy he did have. A young woman in a billowing cloak came into the store just as he was thinking of closing up shop. She had brown hair and hazel eyes the color of the forest and river and skin that was basically white. What did she want here? He wondered as she picked up a black and red candle for spell casting and came to the register where he stood.
By Eris Willowabout 14 hours ago in Fiction
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