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The Elephant Boy {one}
Old and under construction. [spoiler][Many thanks to Sam and Conrad Rice with help on this chapter] When I look at the stars, I see a face where other people see ...
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The Elephant Boy {two}
Old and under construction. [spoiler]-August 9th- The birds eating popcorn kernels strewn all over the carnival grounds were like deathbed sinners partaking of left-over communion bread while the prie
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The Elephant Boy {three}
-August 31st- A face. Sagging and distorted with eyes that were solar eclipses and skin that was as leathery as the wings of a hundred bats stitched together. It had ...
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The Elephant Boy {four}
-August 30th- As usual, the air raid alarm went off Wednesday afternoon and the town dripped out of their front doors and headed for their designated shelters. The shelters were ...
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The Elephant Boy {five}
-September 15th- The doctor sat beside his bed and smiled at Charlie. His smile was tight and thin and his hands shook slightly. Charlie knew that this man knew more ...
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The Elephant Boy {six}
When the morning nurse came in to check on Charlie, she found him wearing his pillow case over his head so that he looked like a Ku Klux Klan wizard ...
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The Elephant Boy {seven}
Light was diffusing through Saint Peter's body. He stared at me as I sat on the pew with Father Caroll beside me, just like everybody else when they see me ...
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The Elephant Boy {eight}
A/N: The story starts to pick up from here on out. I watch him from behind a tree, with its limbs reaching towards heaven like grocery store owners being robbed. ...
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The Elephant Boy {nine}
It is dusk. The streetlight across the street blinks and flickers like the eyes of people undergoing REM sleep and makes weird, twisted shadows out of the people passing under ...
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The Elephant Boy {ten}
I stand in front of the pawn shop with my thoughts in tow. Every once in a while, I have take them out for a walk, just to give them ...
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The Elephant Boy {eleven}
The gun in my pocket is making me lighter. It's as if earth's gravity has decreased so that even the tiniest step I take makes me feel like I'm trapped ...
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The Elephant Boy {twelve}
I can't help it. Buried inside of me, maybe above my heart, is a magnet with an irresistible attraction to his street. No matter how hard I try to walk ...
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The Elephant Boy {thirteen}
She just doesn't learn. It doesn't matter how many times he spits out all those words at her. It doesn't matter how many times he has smiles like he always ...
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The Elephant Boy {fourteen}
A/N: I have the end planned out now, so its only a matter of time and development. The italisized portions are no longer from Charlie's POV, but from the POV ...
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The Elephant Boy {fifteen}
All twelve jury members file into their box, like Jews filing into a shower room, all naked and white. I can see their verdict carved into their chests and making ...
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The Elephant Boy {sixteen}
A/N: The passages opened and closed by double dashes are flashbacks of Peter's military experience. Speaking of which, lots of Peter in this chapter. (PS: Only two chapters left before ...
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The Elephant Boy {seventeen}
A/N: I finished the story today. This is the second to last chapter. -- I stepped into the church with my hat in my hands. The pews were tired factory ...
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The Elephant Boy {eighteen}
-- The hut was made of tin. And so the monsoon rain thrashing against it was amplified a hundred times into an orchestra pit out of tune and shrieking mournful ...