Ashley Stokes
Somewhere over Greenland the plane hit turbulence again.
Ken Poyner
These were rough, rivetless, piecework men. I stood there in my pajama pants, the night’s breeze licking at the flap, shrivelling my already insubstantial poke of manhood.
Robert Masterson
In a violent country across the Western Ocean lives and breeds a type of moth which feeds on the tears of large mammals.
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