Category: Prose
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The Shoulder
Fiction by Nick Fuller Byllis was one of those two gas station towns in vassalage to the highway. The gas stations were built on a short hill in vast flat country and were right across from each other just off the exit.
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Teenage Apostate
Nonfiction by Mike Jeffrey People sang loud at Keswick, so I sang loud, and I didn’t fall asleep during the sermons as I often did back home. I read along when scripture was quoted instead of flipping to the verses about boobs in Song of Songs.





