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Down The Ol’ Fishing Hole
“Let that lonesome whistle blow my blues awaay. Marty, grab me another beer, hot today.” “You’ve got it, John.” “Not a single bite today,” John sighed, drained the last stale drops from the can he’d been nursing, and wiped the sweat from his brow. Marty tripped up the bank, catching himself on the cooler. “It’s…
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Highway to Hell
Rhine was sitting on another rooftop just outside a town called Rawlins, Wyoming. While taking a deep yawn, he adjusted the cheap plastic beach chair beneath him. Everywhere they went it was the same story over and over. Direct refugees and then fall back once Zack showed up. Every single time, just as he thought…
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March Madness
After the long winter, the zoners needed some excitement. The teams were divided into four groups. Each group matched up 16 squads according to their rank. The rules were simple. The squad with the most kills wins. Brackets were filled out. Food rations were wagered. “March Madness” was in full swing. In the first round, the…
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Breaking Point
The butterfly walked across the bridge of Rhine’s nose as he fought the urge to shoo it away. The slightest movement or sound would give his position away, but the itching on his face made it hard to concentrate on his surroundings. He allowed himself the slightest nose twitch to scare the insect away but…
