Pluto TV and the movie BUG

Watched a movie called BUG last night on Pluto. If you don’t know what Pluto is, it’s free TV, Movies, Series, News, Music, all laid out in a grid schedule. I have been a fan for awhile: https://pluto.tv/

I am unsure if Prime will allow you to choose it, but Roku will; or watch it online…


The Movie:

BUG: At a rundown desert motel, Agnes (Ashley Judd) begins a tentative relationship with a newcomer named Peter (Michael Shannon). He has a strange charisma, one that offers fearful and unstable Agnes a flicker of hope. When Peter reveals that the military deliberately infected him with a bug and that he has tiny insects crawling under his skin, paranoia begins to envelop the desperate pair.

Everything you could want to know about BUG: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bug_(2006_film)

Without a doubt a very original and weird movie. I tuned it in because I thought it stared Evangeline Lilly, Ashley Judd looked a little like her in the promo. The movie started and no credits of any kind rolled except the production companies, and then the movie began. Once I saw it was not Evangeline Lilly I thought to leave, after all that is the only reason I clicked it and there was a horror film I had glimpsed that I wanted to see. But the movie would not let me leave. It rolled on and I actually sat there for the first 45 minutes before I realized I still had the remote in my hand. I had never set it back down, I was that involved. I set it down and watched the balance of the movie. Awesome, shocked me, definitely entertained me. It’s playing on Pluto TV for free right now if you want to watch it…

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Star Dancer book one: Star Dancer is an inner galaxy cruiser, transporting inmates and materials between the penal colonies on the Moon and Mars, as well as supplies and people to the bases scattered throughout the Solar System.  https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Dell_Sweet_Star_Dancer?id=214yDwAAQBAJ


Star Dancer Book Two: On Hay Vida we might not have to retreat to our DNA at all. It might be possible to go forward and adapt as we age. But even if we did retreat it would not be world ending. It would only mean beginning anew in a more basic way… https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Dell_Sweet_Star_Dancer_Book_Two_Hay_Vida?id=1PFUDwAAQBAJ


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The Forest closed in around me quickly. Even as a spiritual presence I could feel it: I began to worry about my body where it lay at the edge of the woods. Hidden, but hidden well enough? I could only hope that it was. #Mythology #SciFi #GooglePlay https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Dell_Sweet_Dreamers?id=0lxZDwAAQBAJ


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Seventeen collected short stories from Author Dell Sweet… A minute or two after I heard the man, I saw a fast blur to my right and I blazed that whole building, dropped my clips, reloaded… #WesternFiction #ZombieFiction #GooglePlay

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Rocket

Rocket

no. 1, Hay Vida

Dell Sweet

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Michael Watson is the captain of an inner galaxy cruiser: He Purchased Star Dancer right out of school and has spent the last twenty years running people and supplies to outposts within the confines of the Solar System and the established bases on the Moon, Mars and Saturn’s moons. The times are changing though and the big money is in the longer out of system runs. To do that he’ll need a crew and a bigger ship, but he has the ambition and the rest just might fall into place.
A new navigator, the beautiful Petra starts him thinking in a new direction and not just about Star Cruising. Maybe the next few flights for Star Dancer will be her last and he and Petra can set their sights on bigger adventures out beyond the stars…

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  • Available on iPhone, iPad, iPod touch, and Mac.
  • Category: Science Fiction
  • Published: Jun 06, 2017
  • Publisher: W.G. Sweet
  • Seller: Smashwords, Inc.
  • Print Length: 247 Pages
  • Language: English
  • Series: no. 1, Hay Vida
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A new navigator, the beautiful Petra starts Mike thinking about Star Cruising. Maybe the next few flights for Star Dancer will be her last and he and Petra can set their sights on bigger adventures out beyond the stars… #SciFi #SpaceOpera #eBooks  https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/rocket-9


Base One: The world did not end. We think so highly of ourselves that we believe that the end of society means the end of the world and I guess it did mean the end of the Earth for us… some of us, but the end of the world? No. #SciFi #eBook https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/base-one



 

Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth

Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth

Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth: Book One 

Series: Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth, Book 1. You set the price! Words: 62,850. Language: English.Published: September 22, 2013 by independAntwriters Publishing.

“It will kill you well enough,” Alice said as if reading his thoughts. “It’s a bad world. You need another shooter. Who knows what you’re going to run into between here and there.” She paused and then nodded at the pistol. “You can see I’m resourceful.” She met Johnny’s eyes when they swung suddenly up to her own. “I’m not dangerous unless someone is trying to hurt me,” she finished quietly…


Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth: Book Two 

Series: Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth, Book 2. Price: $3.99 USD. Words: 93,310. Language: English.Published: September 22, 2013 by independAntwriters Publishing.
The air lock cycled on and six soldiers stepped into the hall like space that was actually just an airlock between the control room, the autopsy room, the former patient ward and the outside world. Johns tensed, waiting for the door to their space to cycle on, but it didn’t. “You think they will outright kill us,” Kohlson asked after a few long minutes of silence. “Gabe… I think they will…”

Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth: Book Three 

Series: Earth’s Survivors Settlement Earth, Book 3. Price: $3.99 USD. Words: 89,390. Language: English.Published: September 22, 2013 by independAntwriters Publishing.
A thin line of blood ran away from the wrist that had been encircled by the tie. Whether from the sharp metal she had used to escape the zip-tie, or the zip-tie itself she could not tell. A few more seconds of careful rubbing with the sharp metal edge and the other plastic cuff fell to the floor. She stood and rubbed feeling back into her hands…



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Earth: 2084 November 9th

Standard Antarctica Base

Morning

The leading edge of the artifact had been exposed and that had led to the discovery.

Doctor Edward Muney had been on site for just a few hours with a small group of researchers: Four; the best he could do on short notice. It would have to do he told himself as he bent into the near constant wind and made his way to the large dome that had been airdropped over the site.

The ice sheet had been melting more and more every season now and things were constantly being found in the ice. For the last two seasons he had made sure he was here with whatever he could scrape together. This season he was sure would be a bust and the money he had managed to raise on the strength of strange artifacts having been found would really only last a partial season: Longer now that the researchers were so few; maybe longer still with the recent discovery that could generate a new round of donations once he made it known..

Two artifacts that were completely unexplainable had been found just the week before. The first were the fossilized remains of a woman, but unlike any woman ever seen on Earth. This woman was eight feet at the shoulder with an elongated face: The skin hardened and nearly black with age. Scans showed that the bone structure was very unusual. The eye sockets were twice the size of a human eye socket. The cheekbones were high and angular; the mouth and nose seeming far too small in comparison to the balance of the skeleton. The hips were wide and appeared human in every respect despite them being oversized.

She was dressed in clothing that was remarkably intact, suggesting she had been here for a few thousand years at most, but that thinking might be completely wrong. The clothing was like nothing he had ever seen: The material and process that had been used to make it was far more advanced than anything he had ever seen. Samples had been clipped and would be sent back on the evening transport along with body tissue samples from the mummified remains and an ice sample collected from the site. A few dozen other samples and if he could get a piece of this latest find that would go back too. Muney reached the door in the side of the dome, pulled it open against the rush of wind and stepped inside.

Inside was a small room designed to shield the interior dig from the outside elements completely. The inside door would not open until the outer door had closed and the pressure had equalized. Presently, after much jaw flexing and ear popping he began to feel more acclimated to the changes in pressure. He pushed the door open and stepped inside the dome.

The ice was a light blue; the color vivid in the bright electric lights and the light that shone through from the transparent panels set into the dome at measured intervals. The object rose in the center of the dome, shiny metallic or metallic like. A crew of workmen that had been here for a few weeks now was using the melt equipment to remove the ice and building scaffolding into the sides of the resulting pit as it sank deeper each hour. Muney was the first archeologist on scene and so he had taken control of the dig.

As he walked closer to the relic he could see that the pit had sunk another seven or eight feet down into the ice: The gleaming artifact now seemed to tower over him as he made the scaffold and climbed down into the pit.

“Doctor, doctor,” Aimes said with a smile as he came over to him. “We have found a portal; a window into this place.” He hurried down the side of the artifact, stepping around workers as he went. As Muney followed him he could tell from this advantage that the surface had a definite curve to it. He was fostering a belief that this was a ship of some sort: A ship from someplace other than Earth: Not a far leap, nothing like this had ever been built on Earth. At least nothing he had ever seen and if it was some top secret experiment gone wrong he supposed the entire dig would have been shut down by now by some top secret agency with a few letters for a name.

“Ah,” Aimes said as he slowed and stopped at the side of the artifact where a large blue plastic tarp hung over the side of it.

Muney lifted the side of the sheet looked but saw nothing. He looked to Aimes and as he did he caught the change in the side of the surface. Not so much transparent as lacking the reflective metallic surface. He stepped closer; holding the plastic tarp high, taking the flashlight Aimes handed him. He caught the break in the seam when his eyes picked it out from the changing light. He placed his hand on the surface and ran it over the seam. He could feel the change in surface texture as his hand passed from the metallic like surface to the slightly less reflective black surface.

“Try the light,” Aimes said.

He looked to Aimes, he seemed overexcited. Two workers passing by with one of the ice machines overheard the conversation and slowed.

“Get back to work,” Aimes suddenly yelled. “This is no business of yours… Move.” The two workers moved off quickly, leaving Muney looking at Aimes questioningly. “This is perhaps not something you want to get around,” Aimes told him. “Drop the tarp around you and look with the flashlight… You will see and it will keep prying eyes away.”

Muney nodded, stepped under the tarp and let it fall. He blinked several times. A muted blue light from the work lights that shone through the tarp; it gleamed on the surface. He flicked the flashlight on and aimed it at the glass; the glare of light bounced back instead of illuminating whatever might be beyond the portal. He flicked the light off and stepped close to the side of the artifact, cupped his hands around his eyes and squinted to see; a dim red glow from the interior. His breath caught in his throat: There was no doubt now. This was more than just an abandoned relic. The interior of whatever this artifact was was still intact; what else could the red glow mean? He asked himself. He pulled his scarf from his neck. It was far too warm to wear inside the dome, but for the present he needed it for the flashlight. He carefully wound the scarf around the end of the flashlight, extending the barrel slightly, but at the same time creating a cushion that could be pressed tightly to the portal to keep the light from simply bouncing back off the surface and blinding him. He stepped forward again, placed the flashlight against the portal and the inside of the artifact lit up, bathed in a red glow. He tilted the light slightly and followed the beam as it swept the interior of what appeared to be a vessel.

He let his breath out in a gasp as the light illuminated and began to sweep across what was obviously a ship of some sort… An airship he wondered? Deep sea vessel? Something like a nuclear submarine? If so, how did it get… His thoughts ground to a halt as the light caught upon and illuminated a line of chairs that faced a wall of monitor panels and graphs: All occupied; all the occupants wore the same clothing as the mummified remains that had turned up in the ice outside of the ship. A leathery hand was exposed here, the back of a bald head, high domed and not human; the side of a facial profile in deep shadow and unspecific in details, except these were definitely not humans, the eye socket; although resting within that deep shadow was twice the size of a human eye socket. He flicked the light off quickly and backed away almost as quickly

“Easy, doctor,” Aimes said from beside him. He had no idea how long he had been standing there.

“Jesus among us… You saw this… This…

“Aliens… And that means that the woman… The woman is an alien too,” Aimes said in an excited whisper.

“Jesus among us,” Muney repeated. A single tear rolled down one cheek, he brushed it away. “My God man who knows about this? Why didn’t you tell me when you discovered it?” His voice had fallen to a strained whisper.

“No one, doctor and keeping it that way is why I didn’t send you an update in the main bunker. There is no privacy here, no confidentiality during communications. The Russians have it as soon as we say it. The work crew is always infiltrated too. And it isn’t just the Russians: the Americans say they are our allies; the Germans, but the truth is this entire area is unsecured: A thousand other sets of ears are listening in.”

“I have a Satellite phone with a scrambler,” Muney assured him. “No one can intercept that or tap that kind of transmission.” He stepped back. “Anything else I should know?”

“I stopped the melt on the foremost area. It looks like it is curving under… Looking more like a ship.”

“Good…” Muney stepped out from behind the tarp right into the sighted nose of a rifle. The soldier that held it was uniformed in a manner he had never seen. He shoved the rifle in his face and pushed him back. Muney felt the site as it ripped into his upper lip and turned away quickly to deflect the barrel as it headed for his eye. He felt the site rip its way across his cheek and angle off toward his ear; he cried out in spite of himself. He caught himself against the side of the artifact and stopped what had turned into a fall. His head snapped around quickly as a burst of gunfire erupted from nearby. Voices rose in argument and then pain, followed by several more gunshots. He lurched away from the ship, surprised to find himself moving; a split second later pain slammed into his chest and he felt his heartbeat stagger. His eyes swept across the ice as he found himself falling and he saw the lifeless form of Aimes sprawled on the ice before him.

He hit the ice and bounced, surprised that there was no pain at all just an odd sensation. His face settled against the ice, cool against his cheek; colder and then gone all at once along with his eyesight. Just a dim red veil of sight, pulsing along with his heartbeat; pulsing… Pulsing… Slowing…



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Zombie Killers: Origins Dell Sweet

Zombie Killers: Origins Dell Sweet

The Zombie Killers: Origins

Dell Sweet Wendell Sweet April 25, 2018

Wendell Sweet


Pearl heard the approaching vehicle as she was stepping around a mound of melting snow and ice. It was late and there had been no traffic on this side street when she had stepped into the street at the cross walk three blocks down. The alternative was the foot deep snow and ice thrown onto the sidewalk from the plows. She would never get through that and make it to the mission on time.

The Mission was on upper Franklin street, a short walk in a straight line, or even if you had to walk around the square and start up, as she usually did, but tonight the square was packed with traffic and so she had chosen the shortcut instead. Unfortunately it was not well lit: A four block wasteland of parking lots and alleyways.

She had almost turned completely around to make sure the car had seen her when the horn blared and startled her. A second later she finished the turn, hand clasped to her throat, and watched as the car skidded to a stop and three men piled out of the back seat slipping and sliding in the slush, laughing.

“What’s up, bitch,” one asked as he found his feet and stood staring her down. The laughter died away.

“Nice ass,” another said as he moved toward her.

She turned to the second man, the one who had just spoken, as she shrugged her purse from her shoulder, caught the bottom of it in one hand, and slipped her other hand inside. The third man, really just a boy, looked frightened as his eyes slipped from his two companions and then flitted to her.

The driver leaned out the window, “Get the bitch!” He was looking over the roof-line, sitting on the windowsill of the driver’s door, a smirk on his too-white little-boy face.

“Yeah… How about a ride, baby,” the nearest one said. The other had finally found his feet, stopped slipping and was skidding his feet across the slush heading in her direction. She pulled her hand from her pocket and aimed the mace canister at them. They both skidded to a stop.

The closer one, the one that had made the remark about her ass cocked his head sideways, shrugged his shoulders and then pulled a gun from his waist band. “Yeah… Kind of changes the whole situation, don’t it?” He asked.

His gun was aimed at the ground, close to her feet. She had only a split second to decide. He was less than five feet away the gun rising from the ground when she pushed the trigger and watched the stream leap at him. His face went from sarcastic smirk to alarm just before the stream of mace hit his nose and splattered across his face and into his eyes. A second later he was screaming. She had just turned to aim at the second guy when the world turned upside down.

She found herself tumbling sideways. Somewhere, close by, a roar began and rose in pitch as the ground below her feet began to jump and shake. She found her knees after she fell and skidded across the roadway as she tried to hold herself, but the shaking was just too hard. She collapsed back to the roadway and the relative softness of the slush and snow, her body jumping and shaking as she seemed almost to bounce across the short expanse and into the snowbank on the opposite side of the road.

The roar went on for what seemed like minutes as she tried to catch her breath and steady herself at the same time. Both seemed impossible to do, but almost as soon as she had the thought the trembling of the earth became less and a split second after that the roaring stopped. There was no silence. The sound of breaking glass, tumbling brick, blaring horns and screams in the dark night replaced the roar. Sounds that had probably been there, she decided, she had just been unable to hear them.

Pearl made her feet and stared back down the street where the car had been. The car was still there, the nose tilted upward, the back seemingly buried in the street itself. She blinked, but nothing changed. She noted the broken asphalt and churned up dirt, and realized the car had broken through the street. There was no sign of the men, including the driver that had been hanging halfway out of the window.

She drew a breath, another and suddenly the noise and smells of the world rushed back in completely. The screams became louder. Horns blared. The ground trembled under her feet as if restless. She could smell sewage on the air. Broken lines below the pavement, her mind reasoned. She swayed on her feet as the earth trembled once more, lurching as it did. She waited, but the tremble was not repeated. She sucked in another deep breath and then began to walk, slipping on the broken pavement and slush as she did.

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Earth’s Survivors Apocalypse by Dell Sweet Series: Earth’s Survivors · Free eBooks. Price: Free! Words: 94,690. Language: English. Published: January 30, 2015 by independAntwriters Publishing. Categories: Fiction » Horror » General,Fiction » Science fiction » Apocalyptic

(4.00) Earth’s Survivors Apocalypse follows survivors of a worldwide catastrophe. A meteorite that was supposed to miss the earth completely, hits and becomes the cap to a series of events that destroy the world as we know it. Hopes, dreams, tomorrows: All buried in a desperate struggle to survive. Small groups band together for safety, leaving the ravaged cities behind in search of a new future…  

Earths Survivors The Zombie Killers: Origins by Dell Sweet Series: Earth’s Survivors The Zombie Killers, Book 1 Words: 77,890. Language: English. Published: February 25, 2014 by independAntwriters Publishing. Categories:Fiction » Fantasy » EpicFiction » Science fiction » Apocalyptic The Zombie Killers are the men and women who keep the new settlements safe for the other survivors. Those in the Nation and those in the Fold, and the many independent colonies that would not be able to exist without their help and intervention. They are the ones who search out supplies, fight the Zombie Plagues so that the others can live in safety…  

Rocket by Dell Sweet Series: Rocket, Book 1 · Free eBooks. Words: 61,260. Language: English. Published: June 6, 2017 by independAntwriters Publishing. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Space opera,Fiction » Science fiction » Utopias & dystopias

Star Dancer is an inner galaxy cruiser, transporting inmates and materials between the penal colonies on the Moon and Mars, as well as supplies and people to the bases scattered throughout the Solar System. Her captain, Michael Watson purchased Star Dancer right out of school, but the last few trips have left him longing for more adventure out in the wider expanses of space…  

Genesis Earth: Armageddon by Geo Dell Series: Genesis Earth, Book 1 · Words: 60,130. Language: English. Published: September 18, 2014 by independAntwriters Publishing. Categories: Fiction » Science fiction » Apocalyptic,Fiction » Fantasy » Epic Genesis Earth is a trilogy of books that document the plight of the peoples of the Earth as they face complete destruction of their world. On a faraway planet two armies face each other to do battle. In the Heavens, God reigns, offering the paths that can be followed. A beast locked within a pit for eons is bought to the surface in chains to stand before him, and is ultimately loosed on the world.  

The Zombie Plagues Plague by Geo Dell Series: The Zombie Plagues · Words: 105,430. Language: English. Published: August 31, 2017 by independAntwriters Publishing. Categories: Fiction » Horror » Undead, Fiction » Fantasy » Epic He tried to open his mouth and then the real panic set in. He could not open his mouth. His lips seemed joined together, unable to part. He put a little extra effort into it and felt them part with a hard, low ripping sound. Flesh stripped from flesh, like when your lips had dried out and then stuck together…

Zombie Kindle Edition by Dell Sweet (Author)

Zombie Kindle Edition



by Dell Sweet  (Author)   Johnny:
I am here in this farm house that Lana and I found a few weeks back. By myself. Lana is gone. I sat down here to write this story out before I am gone too. Maybe that sounds melodramatic, but it isn’t. I know exactly what my situation is.
We have been to Manhattan, outside of it, you can’t go in any longer, and we came from Los Angeles, so we know: It’s all gone, destroyed, there’s nothing left.

The Graveyard:
The moon rode high in the sky. Moonlight gleamed from bits of gravel in the dirt road that lead into the barn. Silence held, and then a scraping came from the ground, muffled, deep.
At the edge of the woods, eyes flashed dully in the over-bright moonlight. Shapes shifted among the trees and then emerged from the shadows onto the gravel roadway. One dragged a leg as he walked, clothes already rotted and hanging in tatters. A second seemed almost untouched, a young woman, maybe a little too pale in the wash of moonlight. She walked as easily as any woman, stepping lightly as she went. The third and fourth moved slower, purposefully, as they made their way to the freshly turned soil. They stopped beside the grave, and silence once again took the night, no sounds of breathing, no puffs of steam on the cold night air.
“Do you think…?” The young woman asked in a whisper.
“Shut up,” the one with the dragging leg rasped. His words were almost unintelligible. His vocal cords rotted and stringy, no air in his lungs to move his words. The noises came once again from the earth and the four fell silent… waiting…
A hand broke through into the moonlight. A few minutes later a young woman’s head pushed up, and then she levered her arms upward and began to strain to pull herself up and out of the hole. She noticed the four and stopped, her pale skin nearly translucent, her black hair tangled and matted against her face and neck. Her lips parted, a question seeming to ride on them.
“It’s okay,” the young woman whispered, “it’s okay.” She and one of the older ones moved forward, fell to their knees and began to scoop the dirt away from her with their hands.
“It’ll be okay,” the young woman mumbled in agreement through her too cold lips.
“It will… It will,” the other woman repeated.

Johnny:
I got up a second ago just to move around. The silence is killing me. How can it be so quiet? I made the circuit, nothing. The whiskey is gone and no effect left from it either. Maybe my body just can’t respond to it any longer. Maybe there is nothing left that can shock it. I don’t know. I DON’T KNOW!
Sorry… I should just say to hell with writing this out. I mean it’s like some sort of penance, isn’t it? Feels like it is. I hate it, but it is so real in my head, and I don’t really know that it can’t help someone else if it’s down on paper… Maybe it can, maybe it can’t. Where was I at… Arizona…
I remember that night in Arizona… I thought Lana was dead…


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Writers and how we think

Writers and how we think

Writing Posted by Geo 22:40:04

Writers… We often sit around and think things like this…

“It was a warm winter that year…”

No, no, no… Hmm…

“It was the winter of our…” No, already used… Damn…

“Winter came quickly to the north country as it was wont to do. My brother and I had just come around to our turn to wear the fall coats, there were only the two coats for the fifteen of us children. With them, we were able to play outside while our siblings were stuck inside. It would have been better if we had also had the shoes, but it wasn’t our turn yet…”

No, no, no. Too melodramatic…

“It was a long, cold winter. The cat had a litter sometime in there. A few kittens, maybe four. I often wonder what happened to those kittens. I only know we had meat for Christmas that didn’t in the slightest resemble Turkey…”

No, no, no… It was the dog…

“The dog had a litter that winter… They were fast growing puppies and by December they were half grown, as fat and sassy as could be. I remember petting the one I had named Dingo on the head just before bed a few nights before Christmas. I remember that clearly, yes I do, and it was the last time I ever saw Dingo…. I think so anyway. It’s tough to tell. All I know is that we had meat for Christmas dinner. A small ham, Mom said., but it didn’t resemble any ham I’d ever seen…”

“Geo!”

“Yes, mom?”

“PETA called, knock it off.”

“Yes, mom.”

“It was a long cold winter that year. The rats in the basement had eaten the corn crop and left us starving… Daddy said we wouldn’t have to resort to eating rats, but as he headed toward the basement with a claw hammer I wondered…”

By Geo Dell.


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