FictionBigfoot by Stephen Cooper
My knuckles turned white from the death grip on my axe. Chewy clutched his shovel like a bayonet. We squinted in the cold dark forest. The campfire cast long distorted images across…
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Writing by Stephen Cooper published in Dual Coast Magazine. 1 piece from the archive, free to read.
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