Author: Chris White
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The Womb and the Wall
“The vial lay atop her dresser, open, half full still, the label worn by sweat but…
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A Quiet in the Smoke
He smelled wood and cordite and the last supper’s lard still caking the pan.
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The Southern Agrarian
This clearly is a kind of faith, and a faith moreover that is here earnestly recommended…
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The Stranger Appeared
By morning, the stranger was gone. But a silence had settled over the town, an unease…
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Killer Idea!
“Yes’em. We spent our whole lives calling it old wives’ talk. Said it weren’t real. Said…
Ramblings & Revelations 