Thought Vomit #70: ft. Pulp Fiction
Chapter One The corpse stared back at him, its cold dead eyes like a shark; only this was a dead shark. Shot through the teeth with a bow and arrow. And this wasn’t a dead shark, it was a corpse. Of a dead person. With a bow and arrow through its chops. Vic Malone could … Continue reading Thought Vomit #70: ft. Pulp Fiction
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