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StoryWhiteout: 8 (Down the Mountain) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
StoryWhiteout III: 3(My Interview With a Goddess) mac_ashton09 years 7 months ago
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My stories

A Man of the Mountain VII (The Busy Bee Diner)

7. The Busy Bee Diner Shirley sat at the counter of the diner, sipping a cup of coffee that had been watered down to the point where she questioned...
Cherry

The Ghost Writer

The Ghost Writer Sitting with his back to the faded, old window, it almost felt like he was alive. Outside the evening air was stale, held stagnant...

The Barkeep

The Barkeep A dusty wind blew through the saloon door. Abe had not bothered to move from his position behind the counter when the commotion had...
Cherry

Merry Nickmas: Christmas II

7. After he had finished tilting the last, rotten dregs of his cup into his protesting throat, it was time for presents. Nick walked to his car and...
Cherry

Merry Nickmas: Christmas I

6. When Nick awoke, it was Christmas morning, and once more he found a hairless dog on his lap. Outside, the pattering rain had turned to a very wet...

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