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The Bigfoot’s Lament by Bill Abbott
The Bigfoot’s Lament Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) People. I’m tired of people. It’s why I live in the woods. Me. Yeah, me. In the woods. In the wilds. In the wilderness. In the bushes, in the trees. I’m trying to … Continue reading
The Jackalope’s Lament by Bill Abbott
The Jackalope’s Lament Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) Joe the Jackalope stared at the clock. Louise was late again. He didn’t know why he ever gave her a second look, other than their kind was so rare. Mating during lightning flashes … Continue reading
Nessie by Bill Abbott
Nessie Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) Nessie sipped her coffee, thought about finding her way to the surface again just long enough to get a few things at the store, but the paparazzi. Oh, those blasted humans with their cameras. And … Continue reading
Stan by Bill Abbott
Stan Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) I made it, somehow. A few chickens here, a few goats there, and I made it. See, all you have to do is drink some blood, and they’ll love you online. I’m a serious, real … Continue reading
Wendigo by Bill Abbott
Wendigo Bill Abbott (Cryptozoology Files) The hunger falls on me again, thought Fred. The desire for the meal that remains uneaten, the meat that is tainted by being one’s own. The thinness, the leanness, the real skinny, the hunger. The … Continue reading
The Stories of the Woman, as Told to the Poet by the Passing Pilgrims by Bill Abbott
The Stories of the Woman, as Told to the Poet by the Passing Pilgrims Bill Abbott 1. Mastery In the evening of the last day of August, She chose to boast she was the strongest And most useful of the … Continue reading
Vernal Equinox by Bill Abbott
Vernal Equinox Bill Abbott This great fire burns through the cool evening, leaving a radiance of heat, a burning consumption of the wooden fuel we have stacked, leaving only a large pile of ash by morning, after the glow has … Continue reading