Beyond The Hallow Grave: Editingle Indie House Anthology (Ed
I have never been a religious person, and I often wonder if the fairs, carnivals, and festivals that I so love fill that spot in my soul, or whatever passes for a soul in my kind.
I wandered through the crowd of cotton candy eaters. Of children and child-like adult dreamers, and found Maddie who was watching a performance on a tiny stage only slightly taller than she. On this stage, a long-nosed puppet did battle with a series of adversaries, first a police-man, then an alligator, and finally the devil himself. I recognized the show, though when I was still alive, it would often begin with the murder of said puppet's wife, played for laughs. Sometimes the way the times change is a positive o
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