Tag: Edgar Allan Poe
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 32
I stood in my bedroom, in the basement of the house I grew up in for potentially the last time. No, it was the last time. It had to be. That house taught me about the pitfalls of life. I stuffed the clothes I wore in the park during the execution into a plastic bag.…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 14
When I returned my father was perched in his withered recliner, paralyzed in his shriveling body and sleeping off the intoxication. Three inches of whiskey stood in a murky glass, sweating a ring amongst many rings on the wooden end table. He snored loudly while in the middle of a film, The Last Man On…