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Hey, here's something pretty interesting.

My name is Cameron.

I write sometimes. Sometimes a don't. Sometimes I just breathe.

I submit to a few other websites, including deviantArt.

I just want my ego stroked. Or not. Whatever.

My Stories

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  •        So I'm staring this bitch down at the bar and she's totally acting like she can't even see me but I know she does and all I can think of is how much I'd like to see her intestines strung up on the wall like Christmas l
    1000 words, 1 comment, March 31. In Cannibalism, Dark, Drugs, Horror
  • 1300 words, 1 comment, March 31. In Adult, Dark, Humor, Life, Sex
  • I don't remember being asked politely if this was something I actually wanted to do, or being given an offer of one or more choices on what to do with the rest of my day; a wet trash bag filled with water balloons was simply
    400 words, March 31. In Dark, Life
  • When he was young, my father shot out his best friend's eye with a BB gun. He always told that story over a martini, the olive used to further accentuate the gruesome scene, mashing it between his thumb and forefinger as the
    200 words, March 31. In Dark, Humor, Love

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