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StoryI'm sure there used to be birdsong ledru149 years 7 months ago
Forum topicLord of the Overrated: Nearly There But Not Back Again SoulFire77613 years 4 days ago
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StoryThe Story Of Two Ages Brittany513 years 7 months ago
Forum topicThe Case of Disappearing Posts Silver Spun Sand413 years 7 months ago
Forum topicAny Strange Lights Yet? karl_wiggins913 years 7 months ago
Forum topicWho the hell is Constance? Natalia1713 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Diseased Stranger mattjmccusker1113 years 7 months ago
StoryWhy aren’t you on Facebook? Yume1254413 years 7 months ago
Forum topicThe World’s going to End on December 21st karl_wiggins2313 years 7 months ago
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The Less Miserables Lose the Day (1)

Quinn showed up too early. That was the problem with not having anything else to do. His brother Marcus had taken the car to work—the graveyard shift...
Cherry

Rehearsel

I found a bone in the yard last week that fit my hand too well. I told myself: coincidence. I told myself: the world is full of things shaped like us...
Cherry

Snap Decision

I find her reading glasses on the counter where she always left them, beside the bowl she used for keys she never found again. I find the knife she...
Cherry

"I'm Not Finished."

Three days after we put her in the ground, I heard her voice in the kitchen - not a memory, not the echo grief makes of the dead, but her voice, her...
Gold cherry

While I Wasn't Listening

In the hush after a ping, the breath between notifications, the half-second before refresh— nothing at all. I remember quiet. I remember reaching for...
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