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Return to Westwood Asylum
“Hey! I said, ‘no pickles’ on my burger!” Glancing up from the stack of textbooks splayed out across the table, your head turns to the sound. Sitting at the corner booth are four thirty-somethings. One of them is holding a Beefy Big Boyz Burger with all the trimmings in his hand, nose crinkling in disgust as he picks the offensive pickle slice off and tosses it on the floor. As though he knows someone is watching, his head snaps up. You lock eyes with him briefly before you r

Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons
Apr 10


Asylum
An eerie fog fills the bay as your rickety boat pulls up at the derelict wooden pier. You mind your step, clinging to the rotted wood...

Rhiannon Elizabeth Irons
Oct 18, 2023
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