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“She was on her feet. He was on his ass.”
― Samuel Small, Plop: A Horror Short Story

“He’d played a nasty prank on Jacob earlier that day. Jacob couldn’t remember it now. He’d crept up carefully and spun around, feeling the fart rising in his belly. Paul had glanced up from his comic casually. He had no idea what was about to happen. Jacob had sat on his brother’s thigh and let one rip. It had been loud and wet, echoing through the house with a big poot. He’d gotten his ass kicked hard for that one, but he’d ended the beating with a smile, knowing Paul could never exact a proper revenge.”
― Samuel Small, The Well: A Haunted House Horror Novel

“When he pulled in, Melissa was in the yard, playing with some dolls. She looked up and held them to her chest. Jacob was sure to emphasize his beaming smile when he stepped out of the car, nodding softly to her.”
― Samuel Small, The Well: A Haunted House Horror Novel

“The bible had always worked. Reading from it was like calling on a landline: He’d be forced to answer and help.”
― Samuel Small, The Well: A Haunted House Horror Novel

“through”
― Samuel Small, Plop: A Horror Short Story