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(Believe it or not, I started this as a short story in 2016. My goal was to write about human eating pumpkins in a sort of Grimm’s fairy tale kind of way. It never got to that point, but here it is as flash fiction.) I know what you’re thinking. It’s something along the line
(This is based from two dreams I had recently. You can decide how crazy they are.) It all started with a sugar glider. Actually, it started with a dream of a sugar glider. I was minding my own business on my way to the hospital. My best friend was having a necessary surgery, and I
(In order to get these done and not have them sit in my queue for another year, I’ve made these short stories even shorter so they are basically flash fiction. I warn you they are written without really any planning in mind. Let’s just say they won’t go down as being one of my strongest
“You overstepped.” These simple two words sent me back to the past. The words I often heard. His voice always thunderous above my head, even if I was standing level to him. He made me look up to him, always. He made me come to him when he moved, the most annoying. A father shouldn’t

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