Jack stared at the closed bedroom door before letting out a breath. The ringing words still echoed in his head. "I hate you," his youngest, Anna, had screamed. Now what? Race in there and either throttle or lecture her? He knew the books said not to do that -- but to be so disrespected by … Continue reading To the brink
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The Irrepressible St. Nick
I murdered Santa Claus shortly after Thanksgiving. It was not premeditated nor a crime of passion, and without malice aforethought, but done deliberately and with surgical precision, like lancing a boil, or ripping off a bandage. Truth be told, he was on life support anyway, the victim of youthful peer balloon poppers, who maliciously target … Continue reading The Irrepressible St. Nick
Greg C. Miller, Author 