LORDS-A-LEAPING – (day 10)

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Monica Marier

            Tomas stood back and admired his work. Awesome, he thought with satisfaction. The hollow plastic bodies he’d just purchased were strewn across the lawn like the remnants of a drunken party. Clapping his chapped hands, Tomas was trembling with excitement and the cold. This was going to be great.

            He’d been wanting to do thi (Read More)

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10 Lordes – (day 10)

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Angie Capozello

Virgil lit up a cigarette and stepped out onto the porch before Lares could start complaining. That was one of the backdraws to having both telepathy, and empathy. He knew exactly how much his bad habits bothered people.  Not that he ever let that stop him. Better to smoke, than worry about whether he would have to crawl around inside the mind of the cretin that was gutting celebs.  Dressed them up in costumes before he killed them. Gotta love LA, even the serial killers were drama queens. He took a drag off the cigarette and let the nicotine calm his jangling nerves.

Lares glared at him through the screen door. “Why do yo (Read More)