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" ... she had read somewhere that "nothing says 'happy home' to a husband like his smiling wife, in an apron and lovely dress, bidding him come to the table, where she has a colorful, balanced, hot me... |
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Killerfiction
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Todd McKinney
 
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Author and musician Todd McKinney weaves a fabric of serialized short stories, opinions, observations and new music from across the globe.
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"His body felt at home in the water, his motions effortless. He glided to the bottom, and there, about four feet from the main drain, was the blind blue eye. Spencer let out some air to decrease his buoyancy, and sank to the bottom, the faceplate of his mask inches from the eye. When he picked up the eye between his thumb and forefinger, it felt hot."— "The Difference" |
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Killerfiction 017 |
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"It was the underside of hell, she thought. Blackberry bushes and spindly hemlocks rustled in the scorching sun, interspersed with the remains of cut pines, stumps large enough to nap on. There was no... |
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Killerfiction 016 |
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"I hope he realized that his greatest accomplishment was to give joy and laughter. No army or president or prime minister or king has accomplished that. To be the kind of person to use your last coupl... |
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Killerfiction 015 |
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"He was an angry man who did not like authority, and was not afraid to speak up. He told his boss to take his job and shove it, and then walked home, but didn't tell mother, who had just given birth t... |
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"Whoever built this house would have no way of knowing it would stand for another fifteen years after Sam left. It would take that long for the slow slide of suburbia to swallow up the moat of farmla... |
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