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Flames Stories


She was the final sorrow before Avalon fell. Yet indeed Avalon fell. Oh! Queen of childhood dreams how shall my honor renew. Oh. Innocence buried. Rotten crow feast and rusted armor cannot defend your brilliant crown. I scream to God it is she who wears t...

Toaster Repair

After I finished, I sent an email to my friend, Stan. Here 'tis:

Hey, Stan! It is a good thing you called just when you did; had you been five minutes later, I would have just finished beating my 1950 Toastmaster to death with a big hammer, and throwing it into the trash. Over the past six months or so, it has been get...