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International Blue Balls: A Sexy Analysis of “Dr. Strangelove or: How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb”

Sexual penetration is key from the title sequence of Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love…

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The End

Sharp pain pierced his pancreas, his colon, his lungs. The Writer’s stomach acid had dissolved the bones at last but…

bulb, end, gross, melpomene, Muse, NaNoShoStoMo, studio apartment, vomit, writer

One Town Over

The men of Bethlehem’s Gate did not talk much about the neighboring town of Amber Grove. Bottoms on bar stools…

beer, book, NaNoShoStoMo, scary

A Nice Christmas for Once

The dog shuffled under the blankets, warming her legs. Despite the flannel pjs and six blankets Rosie was still cold,…

chili, christmas, dogs, food, lights, NaNoShoStoMo

The Oath

Boots pushed into the side of her shiny, silver dress and into her skin as one of the men in…

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The House of Abhorrence and Oddities

“Welcome! Welcome to my collection,” said the man, his pencil mustache accentuating his wide grin. “The House of Abhored Oddities…

abhorrence, alternate dimension, hand, NaNoShoStoMo, novelty, oddities, sisters

Gimme Fuel

Denim vest pulled tight against the cold, Arnie Weaver willed his shivering to go away. He was at the races…

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The Eclipse

The screen is blank, reflections in the curved glass devolved and backwards, setting the couple in an otherworldly image that…

couch, David Lynch, Disassociation identity disorder, eclipse, identity, Ingmar bergman, lesbians, mask, NaNoShoStoMo, persona, schizophrenic

Stalker in the Grass

The tall grass brushed his ankles as he walked forward through the plain. He could not stop moving or it…

blood, field, grass, henry, hookup, jenna, monster, NaNoShoStoMo, new year's eve, sarah, sex, shimmer, Stagger, stalker, terry

Burger Date

The child simply refused to go to sleep, sapping away all semblance of sanity and energy from her mother, Kelly…

bad, bing bing, burger, date, NaNoShoStoMo

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