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    • Your poems are very creepy, but this is my favorite of them. You do horror very well.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • Thank you. Your compliment made me very happy and I'll certainly submit some more.
      Echo | 15Mar13 | More
    • This one grabbed my attention from the get go. Very captivating. It is in the tradition of Poe's ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I really like the creepy ending. Your use of repetitive phrases gives the verses a fluid meter that keeps ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I just happened to be scrolling through the necrology emails today and yours was the first story that captured my ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 30Oct12 | More
    • I look forward to all of your submissions
      Daniel Craig Roche | 29Oct12 | More
    • Daniel, Sorry about my belated response to your nice comment about my story Crow Land. I have been a little ...
      Lucas Cumiford | 26Oct12 | More
    • This is one of the better ones I have read in a while. Ending made me happy.
      Daniel Craig Roche | 24Oct12 | More
    • Very nice. I was rooting for the main character but I still appreciate the shocking conclusion.
      Troy Massie | 18Oct12 | More
    • Wow. Not what I expected from the start. There's a really strong bond between the two characters even ...
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T. J. Scott

Gingerbread Man

By M. L. Erwin & T. J. Scott   Marsie stares out the window of her office, located in downtown Dallas.  The day is overcast and cool for July in Texas.  An overcast sky always reminds her of him, the Gingerbread Man.  A smile spreads across her face. “The Gingerbread Man,” she whispers.  He was [...]

4May2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Crazy Black Betty

By T. J. Scott & M. L. Erwin Scott picked up the phone.  “Speak.” “Hey, Scott, it’s me, Jeff.” “Hey Jeff, how’s country life treating you?  Watching the grass grow?” “Yea, pretty much.  I called to let you know somebody died.” “Not your mom?” “She died last year, Scott, remember?” “Oh, yes.  I’m sorry.  I…” [...]

4May2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

I Love Peaches Carter And I Don’t Give a Damn

by T. J. Scott & M. L. Erwin Lonny West fluffed up his afro, making sure it was neat and round.  He was eighteen years old now.  Lonny lived in the black community of a small town in Texas called Haskell.  The black community didn’t have much.  Gin yards, dirt roads, and Peaches Carter.  Peaches [...]

4May2012 | | 2 comments | Continued

Gloria’s Barbeque

By M. L. Erwin and T. J. Scott   When had she begun to drink?  She remembered experimenting with it in high school, but not for very long.  Now it had become a nightly habit.  She turned her television down low so she could hear his voice.  She prayed not to hear it, but she [...]

4May2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Tax Man’s Dog

by M. L. Erwin & T. J. Scott Brian Washington worked for the government.  The Civil War was over and it was time for Southerners to pay Uncle Sam what was owed.  Brian was a tax collector, a job he didn’t particularly like.  He was a tall man six five and string bean slender.  Good-looking, [...]

8Apr2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Graveyard Dirt

By M. L. Erwin & T. J. Scott Victor was a bit fed up.  He checked his watch.  It was five-thirty.  The ceremony would start at seven.  Ceremony, he thought.  Ever since high school every nerd male and female had hung together starting their own occult.  In Clearsprings, Texas, there wasn’t much else to do, [...]

8Apr2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

Legion

By M. L. Erwin & T. J. Scott   Ray sat in his one bedroom shack waiting to gather enough guts to pull the trigger.  There was a storm out and the raindrops on the roof were calming.  Wait until the storm passes, he thought, enjoy nature’s rhythm.  He held a 44 magnum in his [...]

3Apr2012 | | 0 comments | Continued

The Math Teacher

By T. J. Scott & M. L. Erwin   Just standing around at the class reunion, Emma Thornhill decided it would be the last one she would ever attend.  Just looking at everybody made her want to puke.  She was sure she was the subject of much of the conversations.  All through high school she [...]

3Apr2012 | | 1 comment | Continued