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I pretend your train is Einstein’s train and your face a beam of light—the two of us shining side by side in perfect sync—as I watch you go.
R. Gatwood is concise.
I pretend your train is Einstein’s train and your face a beam of light—the two of us shining side by side in perfect sync—as I watch you go.
R. Gatwood is concise.
I wouldn’t want my baby raised by a family that would have me as a member.
R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) was born from the head of God and is now looking for someplace more comfortable.
Call me Victor. I don’t deserve the name of Frankenstein. My creature, my son—let him take that from me. I have given him nothing else.
R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) knows every monster by name, even yours.
Eve comes back to Adam again and again—not for love, not for children, but to try to suck that last bite of apple out of his selfish throat.
R. Gatwood is concise.
It’s our first featured author month in exactly twelve months: for the month of July, 4 weekly stories by the most excellent R. Gatwood (who was also featured last May).