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Two Midnights in a Jar
Free to read, courtesy of Dead Fern Press: https://www.deadfernpress.com/jim-towns
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Choking Hazard
by Jim Towns 1. It was only a few days before Christmas, but Seth had known all along they’d have to come back to that spot in the woods someday. They’d all known it, really—but no one had ever talked about it, until now. It had been more than forty years since the accident, and…
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The Hush
As he shielded his eyes from the blinding light rising up beyond the horizon, the reality hit the rancher like a shockwave before the blast. This was it- the end. Everything’s over, everything has started again. His raised hand itched. Something needed doing, and quickly. The basement, was his first thought. Cement and cinderblocks kept…
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The Six-toed Man
I was in Boy Scouts for several years, but I was never anything close to resembling a poster boy for Scouting- I had long hair, listened to heavy metal, and fooled around quite a bit with girls. I remember part of the Scout Oath had to do with being physically strong, mentally awake, and morally…
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Jim Towns, Fools at the Feet of a Hanged Man
Originally posted on DODGING THE RAIN: It had been so long since it had rained, that no one could remember it now. A shrill wind blew across the barren terrain, washing over its featureless expanse- empty but for a lone, lopsided gibbet. From the gibbet the body of a hanged man dangled, swaying in the…
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Warlock’s Eye
In the spring of 1864 I, along with many of the men of the Massachusetts 28th, was taken prisoner by the Confederates at Cold Harbor. We were held within the hellish walls of Andersonville during the last year of the War, and by the time word came of the South’s surrender, most of my Irish…
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Protected: The Possessed Appendage
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Special Service
Pittsburgh, PA- December 24th, 2016 There were only three other passengers on the trolley when Orrin got on. It wasn’t one of the new cars that pulled up to him on the freezing Carson St. platform, but rather the old bullet-shaped type with a squashed nose, one single headlamp, and a domed roof capped by…
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Vampires
A gaggle of vampires went shopping. But they couldn’t get the automatic door to open. the end
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