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For Better or Worse

For Better or Worse

Dead leaves crunched against basketball shoes as I exited my high school’s parking lot. Practice hadn’t lasted any longer than usual, but the remnants of the winter sun were already being overtaken by ever-lengthening night. I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head...
The Devil’s Artifacts

The Devil’s Artifacts

So as anyone who has been reading this blog knows, I have spent most of my time and writing efforts helping my wife polish her stories and get them out. Due to this, in part, I have not really written anything of my own. Do not get me wrong, I love helping her out and...