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StoryVerbing the Noun Ewan418 years 4 months ago
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StoryLamenting ladies Mark Heathcote118 years 4 months ago
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StorySix ways to kill yourself in art jennifer1518 years 4 months ago
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StoryFriends, I come to you today with the most wonderful opportunity Brooklands1118 years 4 months ago
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StoryMusically Ungifted Caldwell518 years 4 months ago
StoryMusically Useless (For Caldwell) jennifer918 years 4 months ago
StoryLove returns Caldwell618 years 4 months ago
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StoryLetter Ewan418 years 4 months ago
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StoryTSSB 1979 - Competition Entry Caldwell518 years 4 months ago
StoryCherry Bomb jennifer918 years 4 months ago

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Detective Leon Mercier had been deep undercover for almost a decade. So deep that sometimes he forgot who he was supposed to be. He lived a life...
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Théodore Géricault's "The Raft of the Medusa"

He stands before La Balsa de la Medusa in the Louvre, motionless, arms hanging limp at his sides, as if the painting itself has robbed him of the...
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Harrow left behind

The bell above the door chimed with a sound so soft it seemed embarrassed to be heard. Ian stepped into the antiquarian bookshop like a man slipping...
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The bird with no beak

If you weren’t looking closely, you just wouldn’t see— Not all birds looked the same high up in the tree. Feathers? Check. Claws? Check. Wings to...
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Sasquatch Love

The great beast had lived in the deep green hush of the forest for longer than he could count. The days passed in a rhythmic solitude: plucking...
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