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Gone Like a Goldfish

@gonelikeagoldfish.bsky.social

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This is an account to promote my anonymously-published book, Gone Like a Goldfish, about suicide, addiction, mental illness, and child loss. I'm told that it's transgressive literature. Free on Kindle Unlimited. www.amazon.com/dp/B0H8L8GB2X

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Gone Like a Goldfish @gonelikeagoldfish.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

My book is polarizing, yay! That's better than a bunch of 4s and 5s, in my opinion. Read the sample and you'll have a pretty good idea of which way you'll land.

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Gone Like a Goldfish @gonelikeagoldfish.bsky.social · 24/07/2026

"You make her puke then," Cray said, backing off. "If she doesn't puke up what's left in her stomach, she might die."
Todd was afraid now, not of Cray anymore but of what he was say-ing. He turned to Sissy. "You better puke."
Sissy complied. It took a few disgusting tries, but eventually she got a retch to turn into a little spew. She barfed a little more right after that because it was so disgusting.
"Well," Cray said, doing some research with the bottle in one hand and his phone in the other, "I guess one bottle isn't fatal, maybe you didn't need to puke. It's still a lot.
Why are you trying to get high off cough syrup?" Both of the twins just looked at the ground. "You're not taking this shit too, are you, Todd?"
"No," Todd said. "Just once."
"You guys know how my brother Luke died, right?" Cray asked. "Your dad's brother, your uncle."

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Gone Like a Goldfish @gonelikeagoldfish.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

The first page

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Gone Like a Goldfish @gonelikeagoldfish.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

First page of Gone Like a Goldfish Still free to download until 7/21 Always free on KindleUnlimited www.amazon.com/dp/B0H8L8GB2X

“Why was there a fucking wolf in the truck?”
Sanger Hill, New York
Pete was on the deck having a beer with
Eddy Sanger, his ex-best friend who had fucked
his ex-wife June while they were still married,
married her himself, and had been divorced from
her a couple years already. They were both old
men now. Eddy was trying to give him a wolf.
“Grigsby is more like a dog than a wolf.
She likes playing fetch, she likes to go for rides
in the car and stick her snout out the window.
She’s just like a normal dog,” Eddy explained. He
was coughing a lot and was pretty shaky. “Look
how well she gets along with the twins.” Todd and
Amanda, Pete’s fourteen year old grandkids, were
chasing the wolf around in the yard. They’d
known Grigsby since she was a wolfpup at
Grandma June’s but hadn’t seen her in a while.

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