Isn’t it funny how life has a way of killing you?
Sometimes it’s all we can do to stay afloat and stay alive. And, well, I just did a little of that and have returned to not tell the story!
But I have other stories for you. Such delights, my pretties. I have a story about a man who visits his dying grandmother only to find that she has forgotten the family secret and is terrified of its evidence on her own body. I have another about a hidden town, tucked away from society and charged with the task of keeping The Easter Bunny – or rather the creature that spawned the legend – from spawning young. I have tales of woes from average Joes, stories of schmoes beaten with hoes, severed toes and a witness that knows, and um…more of those.
And it’s all on its way, but first I MUST get the final edit of Shame The Devil out and available for you all to sample its wonders. The good news is this is very close.
For now, enjoy this month’s Misfortune 500, a grisly snippet centered around a jar of yummy peanuts and sugar and salt and oil…