"Versipellis" strips away the romance of werewolf mythology to expose the raw horror of losing one's humanity. The narrative follows an unnamed protagonist through a visceral transformation from human to predator

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A comedy following the sophisticated daily dealings of two high society trash collectors.

Cocaine, what a drug. What a wonderful, painful, beautiful drug. Yellowish-white in rock form or just white straight powder, cut up into little perfect lines on a mirror, glass plate, CD case, or the dash of my old Accord. I used to carry a little glass vial filled with this shit, a little bump here, a little bump there, but my memory always seems to take me back to when I wasn't an addict, when I was just enjoying it recreationally with beers or whiskey on the weekends, occa

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Chapter 1: The Making of a Dreamer In the sprawling farmlands outside Johannesburg, South Africa, where the red earth stretched endlessly toward distant kopjes and the afternoon sun painted the veld in shades of gold, a boy named Gaylord Reginald Parks was born into a world that would never quite contain his imagination. The year was 1970, and South Africa was a nation fractured by apartheid's rigid divisions, though on his family's modest farm, young Gay's universe consisted