He Moves In Patterns

His form of ashes drifts among the sails He is their light - he dances in his half-forgotten radiance And lands among the twisted spindle wax. Never frowning, never caring -

Braeburn Tavern

The Braeburn Tavern was not its usual self this evening.
Cherry

Cold turkey in a clinic with no name, 2000 (IP)

Valium withdrawals in a very strange clinic conforming to Rudolf Steiner's principles of Theosophical medicine. This was not at all what I was expecting....

The Rise and Fall of my Personal Monarchy, Part 1.

My Life as a Country

Arab Spring

A more correct villanelle: with a modern subject and idiom.
Story of the week

Cupid ain't Stupid

Lenny just slept with a woman, who can't make change or hold down an entry-level job. So why is he going back for more?

Ryota

About a troubled boy who misses his brother and hates winter, throw in a loud best friend and a clingy love interest, plus two older ninja, one grumpy and one blind.

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