Short fiction by Eric Bosse
 

ALR GUESTBOOK
CLOSED FOR RECONSTRUCTION

Note to the hack-spammers who made this change necessary:
The entire staff of ALR would be eternally in your debt if you would be so kind as to assume a bestial crouch, crawl away on your bloody, pus-ridden knees, and do the general gentry the sweet and ever-so-gentle service of dying a horrible malingering death. Alone. Weeping for your mommy. Who obviously didn't give you enough attention.