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December 2011: Holiday Disasters

December 2011: Holiday Disasters

We're in the thick of the holiday season, and while the surface of the world is painted with bright lights and pretty colors, what lies beneath is something much darker. You'll get plenty of candy canes and gumdrops everywhere else. Consider us the cold, dark sorbet to cleanse the holiday palate. Here's the month to come!

Monday, December 5th - Burning in the Light of the Lord by Chris Deal
Monday, December 12th - My Father's Eye by Beau Johnson
Wednesday, December 14th - Home is Where the Heart Dies by Alissa Fehlbaum
Monday, December 19th - Silent Night by Katheryn Soverane
Wednesday, December 21st - Space Stompers by Martin Garrity
Wednesday, December 28th - Termnial by Daniel Donche

Wednesday, 28 December 2011 19:29

Terminal

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I’m standing past the yellow line you’re not supposed to be past, smoking a cigarette in the no smoking area, while stale trash from people who don’t care skids past my feet and the feet of other people who do care, these concerned people who stare at me while I stare back, wondering what their fucking problem is.

Friday, 23 December 2011 17:48

Space Stompers

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Space Stompers - the mightiest of footwear. Forged in a volcano on Mars with technology that surpasses our own. The number one present for boys this Christmas - boots that can level a city building with a single kick. At least they can when they're on Terry Tempest's feet. On my lad they're more likely to be crushing his sister's shins.

Monday, 19 December 2011 19:51

Silent Night

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Was Masterful and Wylie Sled Dog, Antler Happen and Blitzen to avoid the sack, Cookies on the table, the Milk Glass, hob nob and Pall Mall Golds the pail runneth over, The Chim-Chiminny, Chim Chim and Speed, swept that Sucker clean for passage through the open flue Season into the afterlife~

Wednesday, 14 December 2011 03:47

Home is Where the Heart Dies

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There’s a bottle of bourbon behind the bedpost in your childhood bedroom because your parents would be horrified if they knew how much alcohol you need to drink to be around them duringthe holidays.

Monday, 12 December 2011 17:26

My Father's Eye

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Do you love? Can you? Those are the questions.

My father taught me many things growing up. I could list them, but what’s the point? He did his job; made me the man I am today. It is how he lost his eye I wish to talk about. How he lost it, yes, but more importantly, why.

Monday, 05 December 2011 19:15

Burning in the Light of the Lord

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It took three attempts for Victor Haggard to break down the gate. The roads were slick with ice and the car was not getting enough traction. It slid forward, bumping impotently against the target. On the third go he smashed his foot as far down on the peddle as his strength would let him and the car screamed forward, the windshield spider-webbing, the metal gate bending back with a grinding screech far enough for him to squeeze through the gap, scratching long, red lines over his chest and belly.