Day 78 – The Funeral Shoes
Soon every pair was thrown into the empty bedroom behind him, but the God damn boots weren’t anywhere.
Day 45 – The Monkey Mailman
No sooner had he pried a corner open than a monkey flew out, screaming as he leapt about the room, trailing fur and filth.
Day 44 – The Death Of A Hero
STRANGLE: We have to strike back while we can. APEXIATE: Temper leads down a path that burns.