Author: Will Hemlepp

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Sand – Part Two

Short Story   I’ve been getting more angry than usual. Ever since I got home, the tiniest little shit can manage to set me off like a firecracker. I vaguely remember being an easygoing...

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Sand – Part One

Short Story   I blink. I’m back in front of the kitchen sink, shredding old photographs down the garbage disposal. I’ve got two cigarettes, one between the remaining three fingers on my left hand...

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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Two

Short Story “The way I see it,” Alex finally continued, “just working in a place so bright and colorful and sweet, that makes people so happy, just makes me feel good.” Alex’s appearance, meanwhile,...

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Dog Food – Part One

“I found a dog today,” said Aaron. “He was walking around near where the subway used to be. I tried to call him closer, but he was scared of me. I put a little...