Steve Savage
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Stories (3/0)
... and the angel departed ...
MAMA B’AR AND LUTHIFER PERRY COUNTY, KENTUCKY Fall 1930 Sometimes, a lucky break can open up opportunities and brighten horizons for everyone touched by the rays of that lucky sun. Other times, it can merely confer power on an unworthy person who lacks compassion, allowing her to dominate, control, and destroy the destinies of others.
By Steve Savage3 years ago in Humans
The Darkened Room
Everything in Geode’s body told him to run, but his body wouldn’t comply. He’d only meant to consider, not to touch. What a disaster he’d wrought by not keeping his hands to himself. Aunt Petra, who’d raised him from the age of three, always told him that looking never involved hands, and that he wouldn’t get into trouble if he never touched things that weren’t his. But they were so interesting that it couldn’t be helped. And thus began his troubles.
By Steve Savage3 years ago in Families
Staten Island Satyr
You’re wondering how I became banished to Staten Island (of all places, for god sakes!). That is a reasonable thing to wonder, and I salute you for your curiosity and inquisitiveness. It isn’t every day you hear people using the words “banished” and “Staten Island” in the same sentence, although it isn’t as rare as you may think.
By Steve Savage3 years ago in Filthy