The Charred Tree

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Uncle Ernest

Uncle Ernest played his cards close to his vest even when he wasn’t at the poker table. He was always running a scam or a con, and he was good at it. Mom would say he wasted his life playing cards but she only saw the side of her brother she wanted to see. Read more…

I Dream In Static

I dream in the static. No, not fantasies played out or surrealism run amok; mine are glimpses into the near future through the eyes of those who will destroy us

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Missing: One Satellite

General Hargett burst through the door into the control suite and bellowed “Where the hell is that satellite, Colonel?” His uniform was almost as rumpled as that of his aide who rushed in behind him. Read more…

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