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15 *Technically* True Facts About A.P. Miller

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Ask my younger sister, she’ll tell you. While I’m not the man who invented the loophole, I sure exploited it like I did. My poor mother, what a challenge it must have been to raise such a wiseass child such as myself. When Mom would give an order, I’d follow it, according to its most vague interpretation. For example: Mom would tell me that I couldn’t have chocolate ice cream for dinner …but she didn’t say a damn thing about chowing down on a pint of Breyers for lunch, did she? It’s this sort of thing that’s going to haunt me when I become a parent, mark my words. Continue reading “15 *Technically* True Facts About A.P. Miller” →

Story Time – Behold, The Wicked Wind – Halloween 2018

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Behold, The Wicked Wind
By: A.P. Miller

Wolf Rocks, Appalachian Mountains – Halloween, 1910.
Bad magic usually comes with a few rules: utmost faith and keeping your mouth shut about what you had seen is usually chief amongst the unwritten regulations to be followed. Keeping that in mind, the long line of people waiting to get inside of the cabin was much longer than should be, if everyone had been abiding by the rules. The night was thick with unseasonable humidity, a bad moon had cast a wicked glow over everyone that was waiting, and a dense mist was rising from the stream that flowed nearby. The combination of cool grass underfoot and the beads of sweat pouring from the brow was a tad disorienting.

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Story Time – Her Favorite Suggested Sentence – Halloween 2018

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Her Favorite Suggested Sentence
By: A.P. Miller

Brenton Halloway’s face was contorted in horror; his mouth was agape, the wrinkles on his leathered face pulled taught by his jaw, blood splashed over every visible aspect of the man’s anatomy, and a few limbs were no longer in their natural position. The single vehicle accident had been an orchestra of twisted metal and mayhem of flesh and bone that cannot be conceived by someone who had a sincere interest in living. The rural road was now home to an uprooted tree, shrubs charred by the engine fire that had ensued upon impact, and a blanket of finely shattered glass that had once been a windshield. Then, there was the body. Continue reading “Story Time – Her Favorite Suggested Sentence – Halloween 2018” →

Story Time – Fireside Confessional – Halloween 2018

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Fireside Confessional
By: A.P. Miller

People just don’t party in the woods like they used to. Sydney George could remember a time in her life when she and her friends would take sleeping bags, a few cases of beer, and enough something to burn to keep the party going until the sun started coming up. Then life happened. People got older, they had kids, bought houses, and had responsibility. Despite every promise they had made to each other when they were graduating, Syndey’s close circle of friends just didn’t keep in contact the way they were supposed to. Continue reading “Story Time – Fireside Confessional – Halloween 2018” →

Story Time – The Salem Legacy – Halloween 2018

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The Salem Legacy
By: A.P. Miller

I remember being in high school and learning about our town’s charter in Local History. At the time, I was having a real problem with being told what to do – I couldn’t stand my parents, the school administration didn’t have clue number one about how to herd the building full of teenage beasts that were called students, and there was no social respite from the patriarchy from the mouth-breathing social scene of backwoods Pennsylvania. I hated everything about that town and turned that energy towards undermining every single value that the town was formed on. Continue reading “Story Time – The Salem Legacy – Halloween 2018” →