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StoryConcrete Court stacyt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Vickey Kind of Girl stacyt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Veil of Smoke in Two Parts stacyt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Simple Sunshiny Day stacyt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Novel: Signs Following (Chapter One) stacyt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Novel: Signs Following (Prologue) stacyt012 years 2 weeks ago
StoryA Linear Equation of Nebulous Portent stacyt012 years 3 weeks ago
Forum topichelp? stacyt012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionInspiration Point stacyt012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionA Novel: Signs Following stacyt012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionFlash Fiction 2004 & 2005 stacyt012 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionFiction of 2005 stacyt012 years 3 weeks ago
StoryThe Now, The Next stacyt012 years 2 months ago
StoryMicrosecond stacyt012 years 2 months ago
StoryInspiration Point: Busy Gnomes stacyt012 years 2 months ago
StoryI Am a Flower stacyt012 years 2 months ago
StoryElegant Elora stacyt012 years 2 months ago
StoryDiscovery in Pencil stacyt012 years 2 months ago
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My stories

Discovery in Pencil

This was just part of our relationship therapy, I theorized as I lay there. Our counselor had said time and time again that acknowledging and validating the other's needs, wants, lifestyle, and work, was an excellent path on which to embark in order to salvage our marriage. And opening ourselves to the fear it created was just another step to take on shaky, out of practice legs. I quelled a surge of anxiety and began to soap my body.
Cherry

A Vickey Kind of Girl

He's good-looking, about thirty-five, and wearing a snug blue uniform. The intense stare directed my way tells me that he's curious; I suppose it's not very often that a small town cop finds a woman alongside Dogwood Avenue alone at midnight.
Cherry

A Linear Equation of Nebulous Portent

She struggled at first, still refusing to look at him, her heart thundering loud enough for Tillman to find its cadence and work within its beat. Her eyes on him and filled with approval was his only goal.

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