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Monster Joe

MonsterJoe

By: Alex Claw

Monster Joe looked down the graveled road and saw something strange. Smoke rose ahead of him, a black smoke that stained the otherwise clear blue sky. He knew it wasn’t cooking smoke for it came thick and billowing. Something was burning.

A cold fear gripped Monster Joe as he dropped his bag of tools and began lumbering down the road. His long legs chewed up the distance toward a small cottage that lay off the side of the main road leading to Shadow Briar.

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Joy

JOY

JOY

By: Alex Claw

The end of the world had arrived, the four horsemen had been let loose, and all of mankind was plunged into chaos. Madness reigned, death and violence filled the streets, and the good men and women of the world were washed away in a flood of treachery, hate, and fear. They did not anticipate its arrival and like lambs to the slaughter, they died by the millions.

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Generation Dead

GENERATIONDEAD

GENERATION DEAD

By: Alex Claw

“Vanity killed the world!”

Harrow coughed and looked up from where he was sitting.

A man in rags shook his fists to the sky, directly overhead a drone moved in slow circles, like a shark in water. Harrow was surprised that the man was old, his beard and greasy hair streaked liberally with gray. It wasn’t the dye jobs the kids wore these days, mocking the world that didn’t have old people anymore, with their gray and white dyed hair.

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Ghost Lizard

GHOSTLIZARD

Ghost Lizard

By: Alex Claw

I crash through the stands of bamboo and kudzu, the mass tucked in my arms begins to weep, calling for her mother. She’s not fighting me, she’s not struggling for me to let her go, she’s limp and sobbing. They are the tears of a child who knows there is no more hope.

There is rumbling behind me, bamboo stalks crash to the ground and the stench of death and blood is heavy in the air.

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Night Terror

NIGHTTERROR

NIGHT TERROR

By: Alex Claw

Bars were the worse place to meet potential business clients, but when the client insists then We have to do it. It’s not that We don’t enjoy bars, hell, We’ve been known to get tossed out of a few of them Ourselves. The real problem is that bars are just too damn loud.

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