Mommy's Left Arm

Mommy's Left Arm

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Horror
"Daddy says not to go in the basement." Adam Smith, a husband and father of one, is infatuated with the human body. He believes modern society is not the peak of evolution, though. He takes it upon himself to evolve the human race 'before its assigned time'. "Why is mommy crying?" Diann Smith, Adam's wife, is aware of his fascination, but tries her hardest to ignore it. Something about Adam intrigues her, enabling her to do anything for him. Even closely encountering death itself. "I wonder why daddy works at home, and mommy doesn't." Alexia Smith, a piece of youth, is caught between the two without even knowing it. In her eyes, Adam is everything of a perfect father, and her mother could never do anything wrong. ___________________________________________ ⓒAllie Stansbury, @allie7marie. enjoy!
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